Broken Promises Become Broken Hearts
You promised you wouldn't leave but
Here we are my wrists are scarred
And you're far away. Clawing away a
Piece of myself everyday I'm left with
Numbness. Shaking my hands as if I
Could call you back to me.
Headaches born of tears, maybe I'll try
And get rid of them with a bottle of
Aspirin.
Copyright © Olivia Struthers | Year Posted 2015
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