The day I first felt it,
I was at your door,
Dreaming of your arms.
But I marched on,
Oblivious to the dagger,
Poised at my heart.
My eyes bled that night,
My heart stopped beating,
My soul shattered.
Perhaps it was then,
The night that destroyed me,
That I gave up on us.
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Musings Of An Ambivert
PoetryCombination of rubbish poems by a rubbish poet. These are mainly about events that happened to me and things I think people need to acknowledge. Ranging from heartbreak to love to dangerous words to processing feelings to showing scars. Enjoy!
