Your betrayal
was the catalyst for
my demise,
and every lie you told me
glints like frozen raindrops
behind my eyes,
and beneath the cold moon,
the darkness wears
your name,
a shroud of bitter gloom
that accentuates
my icy shame,
yet I will gather each
glacial regret
and create a tally
for me to chart
each time I lament
my losses—
the confessions of
a broken heart.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
