I’m in love with something dead, in my head….
I convinced myself on bookshelves I wasn’t
in love on golf clubs, but, yes, after you passed,
cast aside, hard, cold, crumbled in ash, my
heart stashed, this was the final good bye
to souls lost, found on the other side, dyed
in smudges and judges, my only hope
for you is that you find a different
heart from the start, a Valentine to
drape you in red, to open up that
box, and you let HER in just because
she wasn’t me, never was, and now
I know because I let you go…….
*PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
PoeticDarkness 
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