Stop
You broke my heart
But not completely
The shattered pieces lay scattered on the ground
I can hear the phone, see the message
I dream of you coming back to me
Every night I lay awake thinking of your face
Imagining what I would do if I saw you
Then dreams filled with you occupy the spaces between thought
The pain of broken love still has hope.
I request you to tell me
You don’t love me
You don’t think of me
You don’t need me or want me
Please crush my heart to dust so it can fly away
I can’t heal with these shards
“I need you to stop contacting me”
Through the pain is release.
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