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the stealer of my heart

He opened my chest and pulled my heart right out
Fast without words, hard without thoughts, and lost without a single glance
I stood there blank, dead in life; there was no way to revive
I began to turn weak; I no longer felt my body as it hit the ground
Where I crumbled up in a ball
A tear was the only thing I felt,
For the pain inside of me was stronger than my feelings
Water strode down my cheek
Like water sliding by glass after fall of rain drops
I laid there without hopes, words or thoughts
I was dead, only my blood circulated
My pulse was ongoing,
But I was dead
For when he yanked my heart out he pulled my soul
I cried day and night
Months that seem years
I wrote letters that helped me heal
Time made me realize that we were never meant to be
He will no longer have the chance to take my heart and soul with him
I let go of that painful trotted path way
I moved on without looking back
I decided to leave the past Buried where it belonged.





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DJG garcia said...
Sept. 6, 2010 at 11:09 pm

wow. this is rough

samething happend to me

 
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