Maybe my body
is always cold,
because my heart
has been broken one time
too much,
and no longer has the energy
to pump the blood
into the disintegrating cells
that consume me whole.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
