PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

To love you was to be happy 

And broken all at the same time

Surviving off your every breath 

My spirit slowly choking

On new scars 

I stumbled and fell 

And on pieces of my broken heart

I cut the soles of my feet

Like a game of pick up sticks

I tried to gather the pieces

Only to cut my hands

On the rough and uneven edges

To love you was to let my soul die

and have my heart ache