As I lay in a tangle of sheets,
hands clutched over heart
as if shielding it from a dagger
that had already been stuck inside of it,
I marveled at how easy it was
for him to break me and my heart once and for all
when all I ever did
was give over my broken pieces
to make him whole.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 3:47 AM UTC
As I lay in a tangle of sheets,
hands clutched over heart
as if shielding it from a dagger
that had already been stuck inside of it,
I marveled at how easy it was
for him to break me and my heart once and for all
when all I ever did
was give over my broken pieces
to make him whole.
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