And if you looked into her ribcage,
You'd see an empty space,
Because of the boy who stole her
heart,
Who didn't put it back in place.
YOU ARE READING
Heartsick
PoetryAnd yet here i am. Broken and bleeding in the inside, heartsick, I am here.
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And if you looked into her ribcage,
You'd see an empty space,
Because of the boy who stole her
heart,
Who didn't put it back in place.
