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you loved me for the sake of being loved back and i hated it,
and i hated every last inch of it and every thought of it,
and i would have the desire to rip my hair out of my scalp at the memory of it,
and would think of how easily it was for you to have me fall for it,
and i craved the attention you offered unaware that you were faking it,
you were fucking faking it all and i didn't have the power to confront you of it,
you faked it all from the stupid i love you's and stupidest you're worth it's,
because i'm not worth it and neither are you but i'm still crying over it,
because you caused more damage than you intended it,
because not only did you break my heart; you fucking shattered it,
but here i am picking up all the shattered pieces and giving you it,
because my heart is yours, but you don't want it.
-f.m
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poetry
Poetrythe poems i have written during the times that i have fallen in love, or fallen apart
