I used to whisper behind me,
seeing your eyes as they'd
shine false love into my soul
and your fingers as they
close around my neck;
"lovingly".
I look for where I went wrong,
what made you think
you could lie to my face
and break my heart into
these pieces of dirt;
my innocence.
You tainted me with pretty
sonnets filled with sappy words,
too big to be comprehended and
I'd rather gnash my gums in
than waste time dwindling behind;
it's gone.
The past is the past, a dumb
thing I don't need to let hollow
out my future, my future
that you aren't in and I won't
cry because it doesn't matter;
you don't matter.
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