Poetry.

Without a heart how could she last – for he tore it out and ripped it in half- while she watched helplessly praying for another chance – he knew how much she loved him yet the pain he saw made him laugh – broken she walked with a fake smile to cover the whole in her heart so noone could see her past – misery became her best friend and together they toasted to getting fucked up as much as they can – maybe then shed forget all about the man that once held her hand – nights went by and her body endured more then it should – but she wouldn’t stop until death would kiss her goodbye like she knew it would- for her soul could do nothing but cry for a piece of her was never coming back inside – painful eyes made men think they could be her new lifeline but she wasn’t ready to tear off more of her heart – instead she wanted to walk alone with nothing to pull her apart – but they tryed to show her they would never hurt such a special women – yet she knew they would in time if she ever let one cross her line- her soul was locked to his tho and she didn’t know how to break it off – it wouldn’t let go for it had found it’s match to bad his soul had not – every night a tear would always be by her eye for her dreams showed her how their future would of been like – beautiful yet so torn apart with pain – she was no good to any man – for she could never give them a yes for her mind would always flash to him and not by chance – he was her sin and hope and life – how could she hear another man call her his wife – how could she have a child without his half inside – she couldn’t or was it she wouldn’t – she never really knew – her only lover would be a bottle with his name on it – pitiful yet so painfuly pleasing he would read this and once again laugh – for to him she was nothing but a crutch he’d only use as a piece of ass – well babe you won enjoy your life without me as you sun – that’s all she could say for anything else was to long to put out – as she walked and envisioned him by her side she just blew the air a kiss and kept her hand out by her side.

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