the end.

when the only place to be 

is under the sheets

clutching your knees 

brushing aside tears like bees 

they sting

hold yourself tighter, honey

no amount of money 

could ever fix this mess 

break your legs to make your chest hurt less 

the ripping apart of your heart

a million little pieces

all the kings horses 

and all the kings men 


no one 

will ever make you feel whole again. 

The End

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