Silver platter 

Maybe we were too young.

We spoke about our future together before we opened every closet in our hearts.

We spoke about forever.

Maybe I was too naïve to realize that you have given up on me.

You craved more from me after I’ve given you everything I had to offer.

I ripped out my own heart and offered it to you on a silver platter, still beating.

You took one look at it, and it still wasn’t enough.

You walked away, and left me with the belief that my heart will never be enough.

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