Aug 2014
My heart was on the floor
and my feet were submerged
in too many tears
It barely felt real
It was so hard to believe,
but the proof was in the pain,
so I had to believe it
The way it hurt was real enough
And the truth is,
I'm not the only one who suffered
I'm not the only one who will suffer
You hunt the weak will powered
and you take advantage of their generous hands,
giving you everything you don't deserve
You said it yourself,
"You can't resist me"
and you were right
I couldn't
So you beat my love with your careless heart
until it was in pieces
But it survived
because things that are broken can be fixed
but you're not broken you're burning
And I'm all out of tears
By Chloe Elizabeth
and my feet were submerged
in too many tears
It barely felt real
It was so hard to believe,
but the proof was in the pain,
so I had to believe it
The way it hurt was real enough
And the truth is,
I'm not the only one who suffered
I'm not the only one who will suffer
You hunt the weak will powered
and you take advantage of their generous hands,
giving you everything you don't deserve
You said it yourself,
"You can't resist me"
and you were right
I couldn't
So you beat my love with your careless heart
until it was in pieces
But it survived
because things that are broken can be fixed
but you're not broken you're burning
And I'm all out of tears
By Chloe Elizabeth
I was listening to "I'm Not the Only One" by Sam Smith and it inspired me to write this poem also based off of my own experiences with broken hearts and all my heart breaks have been from boys and I am writing from the perspective of a girl, but I hope anyone can stumble across this poem and try to be a little bit more careful when handling someone's heart because they are fragile and special and having it in your hands is a privilege and a responsibility to not drop it.
