Did you ever love the glow behind my eyes,

My radiant smile,

When you told me you loved me?

And did you ever love my laugh?
You told me you did.

But now
I listen to your cruel, shrill laugh

And I hate it even more.

But I love you.

You’ve forgotten every kiss, every touch

And your smile broke a mirror.

I picked up the pieces every time.


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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