There it is
My sour heart
Torn apart.


How was it
As you did
Tear it out?


How was it
When you spat
On my heart?


You wicked,
Wild, wretched,
Worthless wench!


Just leave me!
Let me be!
Don’t you see?


You have just
Completely
Broken me.


*Re-Posting Old Poetry I’ve Posted Elsewhere Just Because*

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A Mind Like No Other

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