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Poems About My Ex. -That was not planned.
-What was not planned?
-But it really happened.
-What really happened?
-It wasn’t taken.
-What wasn’t taken?!
-It-
-Someone please answer me!
What was taken?!
-It wasn’t taken.
-. . . .
-It was given.
-What was given?
My heart.
My heart was given fully
and completely for the first time,
and it ends up turning to dust.
-Maybe I can-
-No,
let it blow away in the wind.
It shall never be free.
It is his now.
I has happened,
and there is no taking it back now.
I wouldn’t even, if I could.
What has happened,
has happened.
-. . . .
I now regret ever asking.
