Betrayal melts on my tongue.

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Betrayal melts on my tongue.

Promises promises promises
lead to lies lies lies,
and they lead you to me,
and I never told you
what I'd been hiding for

c e n t u r i e s .

A secret well kept and well bred,
nurtured through blood, sweat, tears and toil.
A secret that made your blood boil
and your skin crawl.
Because when we were younger
I killed you or at least
the idea of you.
But of course,
you will never find that out.

You don't know I killed you.
You don't know I despise you.
You will never know,
because you don't exist,

and you never

h a v e .

- bettydorotheamarjorie -

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