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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Emotional · #1863649
Picking Up the Pieces


I couldn't careless how you hurt,

You brought me down dragging my name,

And my broke heart through piercing dirt.

My geuss is, you thought it wouldn't hurt

If I was freezing and cold you probally,

Wouldn't even give me lint from your shirt.



I have already forgiven you for the things,

you've said and done, it's not a battle

but you still have won, more like a loss,

Some sorta garbage we ought to toss.

Forgiving your heart for the sense it had to run,

This game of tactless emotions,

Taking whats left of me,

And placing it back upon your wall,

This memory isnt made to last because,

I am done faking, acting as if it's okay.

That I won't cry to sleep,

Every moment that I am nothing,

You make me feel cheap;

I always saw you as doing harm,

I loved your smile and hated your charm.

What happened? Where did you go?

Blessed for what you say;

The fact that I love you and take your shit everyday,

Blessed that I am not going to hurt you,

Over that hoe.

Let me take your heart smash it with a hammer,

Obsorb every heartbeat you own, and meanwhile--

I Will Just Let Go.
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