You weren't man enough
To say it to my face
So you sent fucking Patricio
To break my heart for you
I don't remember giving the chocolate to him
I don't remember speaking to him
I don't remember thinking about him
I don't remember falling in love with him.
don't get me wrong,
he does a really good job
at whatever task hes given
because not only did he break my heart
but it fell to the floor aswell.
I don't know how to describe what I felt
But I swear to god ill try
cus you deserve to know my pain.
I felt my heart
fall to the floor
it slammed down my rib cage
And hit the ground
Like a 1,000 pound boulder.
Then it sank ever lower
cause ever though it hit solid grand
It wanted to get away from this feeling
I think it wanted
to get to the earth's core
so it could melt itself indefinitely
I hit my lowest point
but my heart
just kept sinking.
It always found a way
To go deeper down.
It fell so far down
That every time I walk in that room
its like walking by my own grave
because my heart
never came bace to me.
It's buried so far under ground
That ive lost all hopes
in ever finding it again.
i hate it in there
because ghosts
Come to me in there.
The ghost at my heart
Comes to me
and it makes me
Feel things once more.
I had forgotten the feeling
of feeling.
I hate it in there
because l can still
see the crater
that my poor shattered heart left
when you decided
I wasn't even worth
A face to face conversation.
I hate it in there
because it reminds me
of what once was
and what now will never be.
I hate it in there
because I can still feel myself
falling to the floor
When I see the spot
where not even you
Could break this goddamn heart.
It's still beating bitch.
Are you proud?
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Book of poems
PoetryThis is just a book of some things I've jotted down. I've written over a million poems but I'm only gonna post the ones I think are the best. I try to make things relatable so that you guys can resonate with what I write, but sometimes it's just pe...
