He is not worth your time and fight,
You are a scent divine, myriad of roses,
A pearl so precious,
Shiny,
Bright.
For him, you are and always will be,
Stone picked and tossed on river surface left to sink deep,
A temporal stop by the road,
Amusement, a thing.
He does not have the courage to love you,
Do the right things,
Give you all you need,
He ruins your bliss, beguiles you and brings you fears,
Doubts,
Emptiness,
Each day with him a deadly wound salted with tears.
His body covered in tissue of lies,
His smile false shadow of promises,
Clothing of yours silent sobs, void eternal.
You think maybe he's fond of you in his own peculiar way,
It's only on the surface,
It's absurd.
Peering down his bleak soul you'll see nothing but ruin and fall,
No hope,
No joy,
No change,
You have to taste the bitter truth,
All that he says he never means,
He could not care less for love.
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