Broken Picture Frame

I'm told that I have so much to be
thankful for,
but when I look at my life,
what I see is a broken picture frame.

Love is so confusing,
you broke my paper heart.
So now I have no reason but
to tear my life apart.
Because without you in it,
it just isn't worth a start.

I can't believe I trusted you.
Where do I begin?
You left me hallow and empty
like a newborn virgin.

How can I grow when you put me down?
How did you let me get so low?

by Jessica Carlson

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