Hole

There’s a hole in my heart

that nothing can fill

except by another’s will

to give me their heart.

 

And not a piece of art

better called a bag of lies

that makes the hole grow in size

because someone felt smart.

 

I admit I have many issues

that no one can handle,

not even a box of tissues.

Because of a dumb scandal –

rumors made because of you,

rumors spread because of you.

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