There is heartbreak littered throughout
Every part of me.
And that is so bittersweetly because,
Every piece is made up
Of everyone,
I have ever loved.
Dark deepened cuts and scratches
Of memories always to remain,
As a scrapbook of lost history,
Written on the walls of mine
Like a manuscript of everyone,
I have ever loved.
This tragedy bleeds and it bites,
Hurts and it stings — never content,
I scream and cry but for an echo,
I'll let it heal over and stay,
Lest I forget, of everyone,
That ever loved me.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 10:17 PM UTC
There is heartbreak littered throughout
Every part of me.
And that is so bittersweetly because,
Every piece is made up
Of everyone,
I have ever loved.
Dark deepened cuts and scratches
Of memories always to remain,
As a scrapbook of lost history,
Written on the walls of mine
Like a manuscript of everyone,
I have ever loved.
This tragedy bleeds and it bites,
Hurts and it stings — never content,
I scream and cry but for an echo,
I'll let it heal over and stay,
Lest I forget, of everyone,
That ever loved me.
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