• As my tears cascade
    down my cheeks,
    I still cannot believe
    you told those lies for so many weeks.

    You had told me you cared..
    I guess just not about me.
    You gave me the sh*ttiest explnation,
    "You needed to be free."

    As I wipe my mascara
    off my face,
    I can feel the stupidity
    of trusting you starting to encase.

    My idiocy brings more sobs,
    as my hand begins to bleed.
    From a picture you gave me
    before you were "freed."

    My hands feel like my heart,
    Still there,
    But about to fall apart.

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