The joy of taking my heart
Stomping on it like a child who’s tantrum grows in a grocery store
I want the toy car mommy !!
Cutting it and lacing it with your switchblade
It hurts so much when you’re away
Our love only exists in storybooks lost and dust collecting in restricted shelves
If you broke my heart into pieces over and over again
I’ll have more of a chance
That every time you kill it
Just a piece will suffer instead of the whole
And I’ll still have a good amount of pieces to keep me going
But I’m scavenging my heart labeled string tied pouch
And I’m down to my last little crum
When it’s gone I won’t have anything left to break
And maybe I’ll take a break from this life
That I’ve emotionally struggled through ever since I met you.
Ever since your eyes met mine.
Ever since they
Grazed