Shattered Poem by Breanna Schwartz

Shattered



He is the first person I think of
When I wake up

I can't stop thinking of him
His voice, his laugh

I fell for him hard
Too hard, I admit

There is no way to get back
The pieces of my heart

The pieces he took with him
The pieces left behind

Shattered.

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