My New poetry… Deep and Meaningful

He cared but he did not love, and deep down she knew. 

Her emotions were a brick while her heart was no more than a feather

The scars are the only thing she has left to prove what happened to her

Deciding if I am lovable is not a decision I should have to make.

Maybe last winter was the season I didn’t just learn to love, I learnt to lose

Death is swift and dour while life is soon and savage. Both have a beauty, neither have grace. They are what they are and they’ll both laugh in your face.

You’re trying to save me but I know you’ll replace me all you require is the perfect opportunity