It’s the way you plead, “I need you,”
When I’ve had enough.
It’s the way I can feel your heart breaking, when you say those words.
It’s the way I can see the pain
In your eyes, when I walk away.
It’s the way you finally realized you loved me, when it was too late.
Heartbreak.
Kim V. Poetry 
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