You walk out the door
my heart on the floor.
You do not answer
my question for you.
You say it’s too much,
my heart says it’s not.
You wish for a change,
my hope has faltered.
I no longer think
I can handle it.
We are nothing but broken.
You walk out the door
my heart on the floor.
You do not answer
my question for you.
You say it’s too much,
my heart says it’s not.
You wish for a change,
my hope has faltered.
I no longer think
I can handle it.
We are nothing but broken.
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