I loved him.
Poured my heart out to him.
But he crushed it in the ground.
He didn't even bury it.
My sign of closure.
He left it beating there.
Moving up and down slowly.
My heart tried to keep up with my mind.
But at one point it stopped dead.
And thats when I lost all signs of life.
I would go through my day.
Not caring how I looked.
Not caring how I acted or what I did.
I loved him.
I poured my heart out to him.
But he crushed it in the ground.
Didn't even bury it.
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