Hello guys, this is my attempt at poetry.

She unlocks the door
She is welcomed by the smell of beer that has been left open and something She cant really place.
She calls it the smell of broken dreams because really thats what She feels when the stench hits her nostrils.
She finds the man She loves and hates, seated infront of the noisy television. Looking almost lifelessly at it.
He tries too hard not to acknowledge her. She murmurs a hello and the outbursts begin.See lately it seems She says the wrong things always.
Before She knows it things are flying, glasses are broken and he is halfway through the door.She picks up the broken pieces.She fixes broken things,
She doesn’t replace them.
How can you replace a heart?


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