What is
The point
Of this organ
That causes me
So much horrid grief.
If it wasn't
Lumbered in
My cage of a chest
Maybe I wouldnt feel
So utterly broken and alone.
But its
Inside of
Me now and
I cant get it out
So I have to put up
With it And im cursed
With an open heart so I'm
Always letting everyone in to
Walk all over the thing like its a
Doormatt And then I just feel sick
More and more and the cycle repeats.
I wish
A button
Existed that
I could press so
That I could turn it
Off if only for a minute
So I could just be normal
Like everyone else that has
A normal heart that isn't ruined.
My veins
Encouraging
It like a fan base
I should just close
It and put walls up
Once and for all but
Then what if you come
Back to me again and I ruin
My chances because I've locked
My love away like a precious stone.
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Poems For A Broken Heart (Free Verse)
Poetry*Copyright Protected* A few free verse style poems I have been writing themed around a broken heart please comment I love to read them and will always reply :) please star to help me I'm new to this writing thing so bare with me :) will update whe...
