She made her way to him like a dancer.
Graceful and skilled.
She danced around him, getting close, almost enough to touch, but not quite enough.
She was close enough for him to fall, yet far enough where she couldn't catch him.
So she left him lying on the ground with his heart on his sleeves.
His heart that was now breaking.
And she left, she danced away with a piece of his heart, so he'd never be whole again.
Then, she danced way to another and another, like a dancer, leaving them to want more and forever missing a piece of their hearts.
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PoetryThings that may relate to my life or my thoughts it just depends. You can ask, I don't mind.
