Ripped in two hearts

Broken again. Ripped in two hearts now not beating one.

It's done.

Battle wounds and Wars of love, yet again there was no lover's win.

Bruised to my Core like his

Street Whore

Shhh.... Secrets that may never unfold.

Hearts are meant to be broken

mended and sewn

for many more years to come.

In the course of lovers despair I thought of him, another man.

Leaving unanswered questions in me.

I thought of you again. Often I do. You left my appetite full of regret. But, it was You I loved all along.

Not with Shame of You

Cowardness in me - I let you go knowing my love left with you.

Broken hearted now from a man that will never be you. Or equal in comparison to you the man I left empty hearted.

I'm Regrettably Sorry Friend.