My One

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You intoxicate me
Anything you do
From the way you smell
To the way you brush the hair from my face
It's too bad it was all a lie
A lie you constructed
To make me feel special?
No
To make sure I didn't see who you truly were
A scumbag
Someone that took my heart from its protecting place
Took it in your hands and you slowly crushed it
You left me with broken heart strings that bled my sorrows
Slowly
Slowly I am becoming whole again
I realize I am better now
I am stronger
I am a vision of beauty
To you?
No
But to someone
Someday my one will come
But obviously it wasn't you

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