This Heart
You held a piece of my heart This small little piece That I didn't think Was that significant Until it was gone Is it okay to cry? Am I pathetic for missing it? Am I wrong for saying it didn't hurt? I wish I could let this go. Even after this time... I'm still not sure what to do Everytime I try to heal the wounds You seem to tear them back open I wonder if you realize I wonder if you even care I wonder if you'd cringe to see me shed a tear I hope you know That you got closer To this heart Than anyone in a long time.
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