My Broken Heart

Just as soon as you appeared
you vanished into thin air,
without so much as a trace.


You entered my life in a whisper
then left so quickly that
you barely touched my skin.


You came out of the woodwork
thinking you can still affect me
even though I buried you long ago.


You can't unearth my feelings
because I already mourned you
when I placed you in your grave.


Now you are only dust to me;
you dirtied my heart but
you won't tarnish my soul.

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