Ana Stole My Heart

I lie here with him, with her.

He is holding me like I am his all

and I lie here stiff as a board.

She stole my heart,

a heart that was once his,

a heart that was once warm with love and passion.

She stole this from me

and left me cold and empty.

If only he knew.

 

(Written for and English project on eating disorders)

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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