The Love That Kills
by Molly Lynn
it has no use to me for it is broken and does not beat. I have to steal another one and I won't feel guilty but I won't be me anymore, for the one I already had was stolen, it turned me into the person I was, a person I did not like. I stepped on glass, erased the past, and bled out the rest of the remains from my broken heart. No use, because just when I think I fixed the one I had, it fell apart again. This time in fewer pieces, maybe so little I can repair it with glue, my glue is you. So please work for and protect me ; I am still a human-being. I may not be able to breathe, see, or love without you but I will survive, it'll just take one step at a time. |