i
i sewed my heart a couple times
but every year a man breaks its threads so
i sew it again
maybe i should sew the threads tighter
next time
that no man will ever come to loosen it and scatter all my pieces
again
— next time
YOU ARE READING
douleur
Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
