Half a mended heart


I didn’t mind it ,much
That you didn’t want to see me again
Or that I had more free time now
But when you looked at me
And turned away
It was as if you stabbed me
A hundred times in my heart
And
I fell to the ground
Trying to pick up the pieces that remained
So that
I might salvage enough
To keep going
With half a mended heart

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