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Aug 2021
Her
She was perfection
A goddess in mortal form
The definition of beauty
and had such a fragile heart

A heart that I dropped
A heart that I cracked
A heart
that I shattered

she watched in horror as I pushed her away
I screamed at her to go away
I told her I didn't need her

She used to come back.
She used always to be there
She used to support me

Once I shattered her heart
She left and didn't come back
and I was alone once again

I broke her because I hated myself.

She carries her head high now
her smile gleaming for miles
her energy filling up rooms full of joy
Would never know I shattered her heart

A million pieces it broke
but in the end
it was my heart I broke
A million pieces
a million tears

and none will bring her back to me
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