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Your Misery
 
Each little hurt you gave to me,
each tiny arrow that landed;
brewed and festered bitterly
when you left me, empty handed.

Your meanness and your misery,
your words of rancour twisted.
A little while was all it took,
with tears this heart was blistered.

You left me with a scarred heart, dear;
adhesions, damaged tissue.
The question, 'Will I love again?'
poses a most painful, hurtful issue.

By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - You Left Me With a Scarred Heart (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - You Left Me With a Scarred Heart (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - You Left Me With a Scarred Heart (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - You Left Me With a Scarred Heart (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - You Left Me With a Scarred Heart (challenge has been closed)


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