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To give and to receive
to see is to believe
giving you my all
was my downfall.
I had you-
you sliced me through
by being with someone
and leaving me with no one.
I loved you
your words weren't true
your love wasn't real
and your true self revealed.
I gave you my heart
just for you to hurt
to use and to break
into pieces for your sake.
Every morning
is my mourning
every night
is my fight.
A fight for sanity
coming back to reality
realizing you took me for granted
is this what I wanted?
No, I was stupid enough
to believe such lies and fought
for you and for nothing
just to be your plaything.
-A-
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Catoptric Tristesse
Poetry"When you write from the heart, They are your work of art. Whatever pattern, You choose to do it doesn't matter. The pen and your paper are your instruments, That would create brilliance." catoptric tristesse: (n.) "the sadness that you'll never...
