When someone holds your heart in their hands.


Hatred and Hurt

He stabs your heart over and over,
Yet still you give it back to him.
Still, you are in love with him.
No matter how many times he hurts you,
For some reason,
You can't help but trust him.
You can't help but love him.
Even though you know he holds the knife in his hand,
Waiting for you to pass your heart,
You still can't help but be in love with him.



Poetry by Head Down, Music Up
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Written on 2010-05-29 at 05:46

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