Like the rag doll whose sitting in the rain at night
The love of yours, hence and purpose is gone
Now you're forced to endure the unbearable pain
As you realize you were just a pawn
In your story, this was called great love
In his, you were just a bit part
As insignificant as an old glove
While you watch as he tears out your still beating heart
First poem and like it's kinda good?