My Broken Heart
As a fool I should
Know not to fall in
Love. It’s been this way
Before. I have loved
Before. Familiar.
It was to me, so
Familiar. As
A loving hatred
Spawns between. It’s here,
The echo of our fears,
So long ago, so
Innocent. Worn out
Stains, they remain. All
The time seeping through
The threads that bind our
Hearts. Poisoned by the
Ink that closed the deal.
This is sacrifice
Shamed by a grin. A
Grin by what you did
To me. I am not
He. There’s more to me.
More to my broken
Heart.
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