TW: Love, breakup, heartache, depression.
When I met you I had open wounds in my heart.
It bled from every opening.
And I would walk around the world with the burden of these wounds.
Until one day...
I met you.
The process wasn't an overnight fix, but over time you slowly sewed the wounds that encumbered me.
You made me laugh when no one else could.
You turned my world from the darkness to the light that was always just out of reach.
But like all good things, the love we shared, so pure and good, slowly turned sour.
Our long talks about life turned into a rushed conversation about what we were going to do that day.
But nothing hurt me more than the day that you left me for good.
The day that you just walked out of my life like it was nothing to you.
When you walked away, the wounds you sewed shut, ripped back open leaving me alone and bloody.
I tried to get you to stay, I begged and screamed for you to come back.
But you looked me dead in the face and said that you couldn't keep fixing something that kept breaking.
I always try to keep the tears from falling cause I knew that you would only be lost in my memories.
YOU ARE READING
Open Wounds On The Heart- a book of poems.
PoetryHey! So this is a book of poems that I will be writing for the next year. This book is to just see my progress as a writer and for fun. Feel free to critique the work I show you, but please be kind. Love, The Author.
