She writes beautifully of that particular pain
Like dirty dishwater flowing down the sink drain,
The love you felt for me has gone away.
Shadows linger where your light used to reside,
Storm clouds brim with all the tears I’ve cried.
This fairy-tale we wrote never actually existed,
A phantasmal love which my desperation should’ve resisted.
Icy winds now flow chillingly from your stare,
Seething with rage aimed at my heart’s despair.
Disgust and contempt replaced the warmth of your touch,
My lungs deflated by this wayward sucker punch.
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Fraudulently, intentions were only meant for the moment,
Not thinking beyond this needed whirlwind elopement.
Hatred hides beneath your words laced with charm,
Promising all the right things to convince me there’s no harm.
With your mask conceded, an escape plan went into play,
Too cowardly to admit you would never want to stay.
Hope was resting on the trump card’s revelation,
Using against me…
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