you

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You tore my heart open and left me out to dry

Blood pouring out of my wrist, like one of a waterfall

My eyes are lakes. My hands are dry.

My heart was the lucky one. It was protected on the inside of my rib cage, safe from everything.

You.

You.
You.

You came in with pliers and tore my ribs out one by one, telling me it was because you loved me and you wanted my heart..

I let it happen. Belief. Lies. Belief. Lies.

Unable to see I already loved you. you were already in.

You ripped my dignity from my chest and buried along with your body.

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