"My heart is anything but robust, please don't break it." I'd said.
At the time, I thought that without you I'd combust.
To give you such power over me was the first mistake I did.
Gave second chances... had lonely nights. All for love, I lost trust.
My mother said, "To get over them, first you must get mad."
Spent weeks crying in my bed. After all that, I still took you back.
I guess my fragile heart found remorse, something you never had.
Until my worn out heart, couldn't keep playing the same sad track.
That love I had for you, I spend on me.
My heart now strong, loved, and free.
Author's Note:
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April Showers
PoetryThis collection is for the Versification challenge for the month of April. Each chapter is a prompt themed story or poem. Thank you for taking the time to read along, let me know what you think!
