You did it, you ripped it, that last little part.
You destroyed it. You tore through the last of my heart.
I'd hope you feel better, except hope I have not.
I'm now walking soulless and God's all I've got.
YOU ARE READING
Unrequited {Love Poems}
PoetryLove poems. Most of which are no longer of importance, but they were, so they still matter to me.
