Wounded....broken heart poem by Joey.

 

                                                                                             

 

You knock on the door & seems so sincere. Slowly convincing me to open the
door. Eventually I allowed you into take a sit. You did not stay long,
disappearing as sudden as you've appear.
Anger emerge from this sudden emptiness. You got me adapted to your
companionship only to pick up & leave.
I opened the door, allowing myself to be vulnerable, believing that you'll
protect me & shelter me from reality, but instead, the one that I entrusted
my heart & soul was the one that hurt me most.