Cracks in my heart

Cracks in my heart

 

 

They grow,

just a little at a time.

 

When I lie down and try to close my eyes,

the cracks show me who I really am.

 

They bleed softly,

but the pain never dulls.

 

These cracks that grow,

a little at a time.

 

I tried to stop,

tried not to feel,

tried to tell myself it was never real.

 

For them it was a passing phase,

for me it became,

another crack to feel.

Reviews

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I'm so sorry you have to feel this way ron. Love/lost love can often hurt as bad as grief.

[ron]

Thank you Lacey. Yes it can.