You tore at my little onion heart
Each word of yours
ripping another tissue thin layer away
and
Suddenly
there was nothing left
Just a mangled mess
of what had been
a relationship
©cih16, 22:17, 26.01.16
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.