The person that I thought was the
love of my life is happy with another man,
as I sit here with my head
in my hands, thinking:
"Damn.
That wasn't part of the plan..."
So what am I to do from here?
Move on and act like she
never existed?
Like I'm supposed to forget
all the times we exchanged
"I love yous"
and our kisses?
The late night vibes
when we used to kick it,
speaking about our future
together, all for you to say,
"forget it".
Then block me out
like I never existed.
Was your love faked
and mine real?
Because you're fine and I'm
the one feeling all this pain,
your jagged knife puncturing
through the walls of my veins,
my tears are the thunderstorms
with an endless supply
of heavy rain.
They help wash away the
bright blood stains.
I'm just another one of your toys
that you're done playing with;
You threw me in a box,
locked and sealed,
never to be seen again,
concealed.
You run circles through my
mind like kids playing
on a merry go round,
except you're the one having all the fun,
I'm the one pushing it for you.
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4/19/21
5:07 PM
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