Your desperate calls,
I heard them all.
They haunted my nights,
Draining my sleep.
Your deadly eyes
Stole my breath,
They shot through me,
Like a dagger of trust.
Your words were genuine.
Yet broke me piece by piece,
Tore my confidence.
You crumbled down my walls,
Ruining my prespective of love.
You crushed my trust beneath your feet,
Demolishing the respect I held for humanity
You made me vulnerable...
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PoetryNoun (n) - A quality that includes the essential human virtues; compassion and humanity.
