by linda m. crate
you took my pretty little red heart
and promised me that you'd never
break it, but you shattered it a broken
mosaic of glass littering my rib cage the
pieces of which punctured my lungs I swam
an ocean of crimson and crashed into rocks
of you that eroded away at my heart with
words of arsenic that pierced through my
very soul with their daggers; the only
comfort I had was that you were never
made aware of the fact that I loved you,
never were you given the power to destroy
me further than you had done already.
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