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bad break up.

Submitted:Mar 9, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

The face I had once grown to love soon became the star of my living hell.

How could you stop loving me?

Did you play me for looks or your own fucking amusement?

Where did my safe harbor go?

I hate what I have become, my turmoil signals to my fists and they fly against my will.

Your eyes pierce like daggers,

hurting me more than a blade ever could.

Is this what you want?!

For me to cut?!

Every time I see your face a whip slashes your heart.

Your voice, I could never forget , will forever haunt my dreams.

A fresh wound every time I think of you, bleeding the forbidden love, that

I wish to

let go.


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