The sharpness of your tongue and the pain from your words.
The patchwork of my heart,
torn to pieces by your words.
A phone call apologizing
Seams strain to hold back the sorrow.
Passionate heart filled with the holes
that tears have etched away the love.
The scars of you left upon my heart
with your sarcastic words you spewed.
Silent pain that I endure
The throbbing pain where love once was.
The closeness that you miss, is like a sinking ship
crashed upon the reefs of grief and sorrow.
The glass heart filled with love
Is the closeness we once had
lays shattered on the floor
a reflection of our lives.
the patchwork of my heart
is cracked and worn by time
Empty is the heart
the love we had is gone.
Now it time for me to move on.
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