Trigger warning: ab*se.
When you left me
You broke me apart and stole
My pieces to admire,
Apart of a collection of those you broke
Except one that I gave you,
I ripped it apart from my skin
And gave it to you on a silver platter
You took it in your hands
And looked at it as if it were trash
You were disgusted by the piece of love
It was just a sample
That's why you destroyed me
To take all the pieces of love
Maybe because you had them
I crumbled to my knees
I didn't deny your burning hands
Maybe because I'm scared
But the scars you left on me
Doesn't fade
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
