i broke my heart.
she lays between the sheets and duvet
weeping quietly.
she stands at the sink with a knife.
she leaves me alone in two feet of space.
i never deserved her...
i broke her slowly.
braking...
baby.
baby,
don't avoid my eye.
baby, don't look at me like that.
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a moment of despair in the midst of bliss.
Written September 17th, 2005
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hm. thank you, but i was moe saying that she is my heart, and when i've hurt her, i've broken her, and in breaking her i've broken my heart.
thank you tho. -
wow....I know how that is, that you don't sdeserve them and slowly break them, they fall for you...yet you know that you'll have to break them...destroy them...then it hurts to see them, to look at them...personally I have never been there....instead I was witha person that I was "above" and then I broke them....it hurts both ways...well written poem!! very beautiful and true!

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