I pushed the door open but you weren't there.
I ran in screaming hoping to hear you answer.
I tore up the damn place
Swiped it cleanAll you could hear were shatters
Crying
Anger
Yelling
You would not answer.
You had already gone.
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Roses and Thorns
PoetryAn assortment of poems about love, heartache, and finding your way back. (Still a work in progress) -Would adore any feedback