Broken


I want to hate you
I want to forget you
You have no right to my love
You have no right to my tears
You filled my heart with life
You filled my heart with tears
You stole into the depths of me
Before I could lock the doors
I remember your touch like falling rain
I see your smile in all my shadows
I hear your voice in all my dreams
My hello mirrors me in your goodbye
I want to not love you
I want to not remember me with you
You hold the will to my love
You have the balm to my tears
Is your heart broken my angel?
Remember your promise.
Remember/
If.
Your heart broke… when you broke mine.

* Published online in Undead Poets Society, January 9, 2011 under last_lines

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