Broken art
Arguing with our hands in a fist
Both of us pissed
My mind is running,
I just can’t catch it.
My heart is pounding
Cause I can’t move past it.
Love like plastic
Promises broken like glass.
Numb the pain
Watch the rain
Just know I’ll never be the same
Left with a broken heart
Always on display like a piece of art
You made your mark.
This poem is about:
Me
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