Love is a four letter word,
a curse upon my life,
a blight that carved
its way steadily
across my heart like
the sharpest knife,
and when, at last,
I lay in fragments,
torn asunder and carelessly slain—
even though you
were the last thing I needed,
I immersed myself
once again.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
