If I fell in love with the wrong person,
I'd never listen to myself ever again.
It's repeating like the beating of my heart when I think you're around.
Making no sound but settle breaths coming in and out,
cradling the closest memories you've pronounced as "fake";
You'll break my heart if I ever say "I love you" again.
Sent straight back to square one - you think you've won,
despite the fact that we were never done.
Your manipulation sent me eating bite-sized rocks,
selling any beauty from your broken treasure box.
Talking some sense into a walking-away ticking bomb.
Mocking me as if I'm wrong, making long talks as if I'm dumb.
I think I've become as useless as a crumb of bread to the one I thought I loved.
I finally know what it's like to be dead -
because you said something that brought me to the verge of hopelessness.
You said that all the words you've been saying to me weren't true,
except for the heartbreaking "I don't love you".

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Breathe [Collection of Short Stories/Spoken Word]
PoetryCONTENT MAY BE TRIGGERING. Few short stories (and spoken word poetry) about the daily struggle for millions of people around the world. Whether or not you are aware of these problems, one many, unfeasibly cannot fit in our shoes. They know the probl...