Writing

Unloved

Glistening tears, quivering chin.

Caught throat.

Imense sadness, intense pain.

Stomach feels sick, betrayed.

Love me like I love you.

My head is sick, my heart is blind.

I will heal myself, but you

you had your chance.

Published by bookishdella

book blogger and reviewer from the UK View all posts by bookishdella

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