I’m lost again.
Knew better than to trust-
knew better than to love. I knew better than to make you my everything.
Yet here I am, left with nothing.
You lied, you cheated, you stole. You deceived, you played, you stabbed me in the back.
You left me holding the bag of your disgrace.
But I don’t want it. I don’t want you. (Spoken in your voice, that time you said you HATE me). You never deserved me. I don’t want you.
And yet, here I am, with nothing left.
You walk away, smile on your face, pain and blame tossed to me.
Why would I pick it up? That’s your mess.
I try to feel peace. But panic attacks and anxiety consume me because I have a heart.
I have a heart that feels true love, and true pain.
I have a heart. Might lose my fucking mind…but at least I have a heart.
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