Not a poet

This isn't poetry

This is my heart

I should have known

I'm breaking apart

 

Let me write about

The empty hearts

Hollowed and emptied out

The shattered broken part

 

I want to scream

I'm a big fake!

Flowing through the seam

When will I break

 

Heart broken; I hate you

The time had to come

What was I supposed to do

When we were finally through

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