This world is so fucked up
My heart has been
permanently poisoned
Love is rare
My poisoned heart
is so deep in
into the belief that love
doesn't exist
that when someone
actually loves me
I either chase them away
with my constant seeking
of reassurence
or I keep questioning
I'm sorry, bro
This has nothing to do with you
I know you love me
My soul believes
Now , I just need to
convince my damaged heart too
Please don't leave.
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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
