Life · Love · Poetry

Broken Hearts

I wear broken hearts
Not satisfied with my own pain
It’s ok to cry on my shoulder
Your tears soothe me
It’s ok to share your fears
Your pain moves me
It’s ok not to be ok
Your hurt is me

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