Broken
The ring of his laughter caressed my splintered heart.
I can’t help but to stumble after the blissful sound to
catch a fleeting strand of his earthy scent.
The scorching image of his betrayal slams and sets my crippled heart ablaze
Salty tears cloud my vision and threaten to spill
The sting of my nails biting into my skin act only to
provide a short lived escape of undeniable reality.
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