i trusted you with the remnants of my heart
there wasn't much left
just ripped up art
i thought you were a painter
someone who could restore my heart's canvas
with beautiful watercolors as bright as the sun
all you knew how to work with was scissors
and knives
god's greatest masterpiece
torn into a million little pieces
by the cuts of your lies
and the sharpness of your anger
YOU ARE READING
The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
