I know your heart aches for him hun
But he is no longer yours to love
.
.
I’m sorry that he rode past you in the sunset
I’m sorry that he made you feel as though you weren’t enough
.
.
He took the little pieces of your broken heart, sewed them back together
Just to take that seam apart
His bear hands with a ripper
.
.
I know you love him babe
But his heart belongs to someone else
He took his heart
Placed it in her hands
The cards that he holds
Are the cards that he’s been dealt
.
.
You need to let him go, love
His hands are no longer the hands for you to grasp when you are afraid
Because when she becomes lonely
her body is where his hands lay
.
.
women move on when they are ready
Not a…
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The Reluctant Poet 