A poorly constructed and poorly written poem.
You can break my heart, if you want.
I hand it over freely
over and over again.
You can remind me that the only promise made
was no promise at all.
And that even though it looked and felt special
and feelings are fleeting.
And things aren't always as they seem,
no matter how much they seem that way.
So you can break my heart, if you want.
You can strip away my veneer
Expose my everything
Devour who I am
Why should it matter?
when you were always on your way out.