My Hearts Hurts

The lies, the deceit.
The anger that captures me.
Why did you say you love me?
Why bother with our midnight conversations?
The mornings that I woke up to you looking in my eyes.
You worked over time for your lies. To set a place in my heart.
But I am strong.
And I will get over it, prick.
Like the pricks on a rose.
You get so captivated by its beauty you reach out and grab it.
And then, pricked, the blood that easily flows almost as easily as the front came.
The nervousness that so suddenly develops in my stomach when I think about it.
You’re the reason why people are afraid to love.
Liars like you.
Losers like you.
Fucks like you.

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