Another One of His Poems
Writing another poem,
he broke my heart again.
Funny,
it’s not from shady actions,
but the love from the amend.
Crying silent tears.
Fresh wound
that never healed.
Got closure,
then he opened
fresh,
quickly broke the seal.
I love him.
I love him.
I can only write those lines.
This is not what I prayed for,
this heartache inside.
The love that used to fix me,
has me too broken to write.
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