She slept through the pain,
Hoping that when morning came,
It wouldn't hurt the same.
She listened to his stories on his conquests,
Pretending to be at ease,
As each world drove a stake through her chest.
He had eyes that made her melt,
But the soul of a conveyor belt.
He was made of iron mold
And turned her stone cold.
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Unpublished Pain
RomansaFiguring out love and pain along the way. This isn't a story but musings on love, pain, breakups and everything in between. Everyone knows love is complicated and hard but certain aspects make it amazing. Many of us probably are in relationships we...
