Your Tattered Heart She Doesn'T Care To Mend Poem by careema cooper

Your tattered heart she doesn't care to mend.

Your barely breathing,
your heart's barely beating,
you can't eat.
The girl of your dreams, now in your dreams,
you barely sleep.
Everything she's ever said
stains and sticks,
stays stuck in your head,
you can't think.
You close your eyes and you see hers,
staring into yours.
In her eyes are your your lies,
her tears are now your cries.
Your desire is her.
you miss...
her kiss,
her lips,
her laugh.
She who made you smile.
That fallen angel from above,
the girl you love.
Who had your heart
and through it burned a hole,
Hell's Angel...
your love she stole.
Through her eyes, in the distance,
from afar,
you had it all,
you never know what you have until it's gone
here's your hear't, she see's your scar
You've lost it all
you wish she cared,
wished she was there,
wish you could start again
but...

Your tattered heart she doesn't care to mend.