Care For It
My love has taken my soul
Far away from my being
Present only in him
Forevermore.
Some days,
I remember
And others I forget
What was
What could have been
Who I was
And who I am.
To love again,
I try so hard.
But I am only left
With half a heart,
Black, burned, and scarred.
A hole for a soul
Endless yearning.
That is no way to love
Or live,
So my dear,
Take the rest.
It is yours to keep
And care for,
For no longer do I want
This half a heart.
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