memories
when you give your all to someone
what’s left for you?
oh, right, the destruction
a broken heart and a lonely soul.
spent most of my time trying
to fix what was never broken
and ended up breaking what mattered most
which was myself.
hours on end,
I ask myself what could I have done
to make you stay
but I guess it was nothing I could do.
you can fix a broken heart
but can never erase the memories
they stick with you like a bad dream
and you become
hopeless and helpless.
-h.c
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