The Heartbreak Poem by Autum Foster

It's heartbreaking, I know, to sit and cry,
To be alone, or live a lie?
It's all down to how you feel,
But what really counts, is what is real,
Sometimes, you feel you can't go on,
As if you time on Earth is done,
But don't give up and don't give in,
Because in the end you'll always will win,
That look in your eye, you can't mistake,
You know what you had with him was fake,
He used you like you were his own,
But in the end, he was shown,
You're not just an object to use at will,
You have a heart, to tender to kill,
Maybe next time he'll think twice,
Before using a heart, it's not his vice,
Broken down, here you lie,
Trying your hardest not to cry,
Soon, my friend, the pain will pass,
The bottom line; you're all that he has,
So follow your heart to where you need,
If your warning he does not head,
Then show him who you are inside,
The person who you tried to hide,
Give him everything he deserves,
No hesitation, show no nerves,
Dig in your claws into his tender skin,
I told you my love. I told you you'd win.