I did not know I could be broken-hearted anymore. I have been destroyed before, so much so that I felt nothing would truly hurt again. Maybe I was wrong. Slow traumas...wounds that seep, bruises that spread, and diseases that fester...perhaps they form deeper than we realise.
Leaves that fall, rot where they land.
Dreams that fail, fade in my hand.
And the heart I gave, held wide open
Sacrificed stupidly, and left me broken.
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