Poet # Four

You know the pain you’re making
I think my heart is breaking.

 You can’t destroy what isn’t
There, I’m here and I’m breaking.

Through a small crack in the door
I sit on the floor, breaking.

Destroy me, tear me apart
I watch you as I’m breaking.

This feels like the hundredth time
But I just can’t stop – breaking.

A tear makes tracks down my face
I see my control breaking.

My heart’s in your fist as you
Cling to her, with you, breaking.

The End

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