My heart stops when I see him
Not the stop that expresses love
The stop that makes you want to run
A stop that makes you hide inside
Maybe at one point the stop was love
But now my stop is purely hatred and fust
He grins but I look no longer at him
No longer at those eyes that once held me in
But now at the floor where I stare in disgust
Disgust made by his big broken parts
His heart so broken it turned mine to dust
His was broken not by his own means
A family that beat and yelled continuously
All held together by his broken heart strings
Making their baby cry like a great stream
But for some reason their baby did the same to me
I tried and I tried to hold it together
But my heart wasn’t use to getting tethered
You see my strings didn’t make strong seams
I watched as my heart finally shattered
And stop for the first time altogether