Big Heart

My Broken Heart

You said I had a big heart;
then you shattered it.


I wish I could hold a mirror
up to you like you've done
to me countless times.


You think you know me,
but your perception of me
is only partially right.


You are right that I feel too much,
everything touches me to my core.


But that only means
I love too much,
I give too much.


And you threw that away
to prove a point.


Yes, I am flawed;

I'm not perfect,

but I am worthy of love.


If you cannot love me,

I will find someone else

who values all my emotions.

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