Heart
Aching heart
That I hold.
Broke in half.
Inside so cold.
Empty, loathing,
Lonesome heart.
Slipping slowly
Falls apart.
Dirty, walked on
Love I give.
Stepped and cracked
Like a twig.
Like it means
Not a thing.
Messed up heart
That you bring.
Painful, used,
Filthy love.
Is ripped apart
With a shove.
Angry, let down,
Pissed at you.
Because my heart
You abuse.
But that is you
And I am me.
You won't back down
Until I leave.
©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33
Copyright © Rachel Mann | Year Posted 2009
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