Not BrokenMature

Dying in these dreams of what used to be, but you don't

Scare me anymore.

I take your threats and empty promises, I worship whatever

You held dear because it became a part of me, a part that died,

A part that I killed.


My heart is an empty stone, all hollow and bloodless,

You can't possess me anymore, those eyes like black diamonds can't

Worm their way through the catacombs of what was one filled with

Fear and a love of what could kill me.


You're a tumour, a cancerous little insect, rotting me from the

Inside out, I'll bury you in the coffin of my dead spirit, but I'm not

Broken yet.


The End

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