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We’ve been through so much

And yet you still can’t see the tears

That spilt from my cracked worn and broken heart.

You do give some of your time to me,

well what’s left of it anyways

like I am some dog begging for leftover scraps from your feast.

It felt so good when you were on the receiving end of this pain,

I thought, maybe finally you could what I’ve been through.

How stupid and naive I was,

I fell for you yet again. And you used the ultimate weapon on me – saying that we both felt the same way, conflicted and in love.

But while I spit my beans everywhere, you kept your mouth shut. Keeping the ‘her’ you’re with now.

Or maybe you haven’t said anything because I’m the one you’re lying to. (Sigh*)

I’ll kick myself for this one day, soon I suppose.

These are the poems I’m good at, the ones with pain and ache and hurt.

To you they are my words...

To me they are our story.