Wine and Broken Promises.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I don't like the way that it hurts. Why can't I stop it?

Submitted: July 29, 2010

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It's not the first time somebody has broken a promise to me.
And it's guarenteed not to be the last time.
I must be easy to convince, easy to lure into a false sense of security, love, and utmost happiness.
I don't know why I find it so easy to trust,
You'd think I'd have learned by now, right?
Stupid, infatuated girl.
It's funny,
You know when you hurt yourself by doing something stupid?
And you do it again, and again, and again..
And the pain kind of receades every time? Little bit by little bit, you get used to it?
Yeah, well unfortunately being lied to isn't like that.
Every time I find out the truth,
It's like a blow to my stomach.
Blow, after blow, after blow.
And it does hurt, incredibly.


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