Thought

I thought I got over you a long time ago.

But simple things, like seeing your picture

Or hearing your voice

Make my eyes cry rivers or, sometimes, remain painfully dry.

You are still tucked away in the pockets of my mind

And I am completely powerless.

Every time I see you smile

With someone else, someone more beautiful

A shard of glass cuts my heart

Into a thousand broken pieces.

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About heatherd001

Hello! My name is Heather. I'm sixteen years old and I love to write (poems mostly) but I'm working on some story- and novel-writing. Writing is a creative outlet for me.
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