9/3/2014

You told me you loved me,

Those words sounded like honey to my ears.

I let myself fall.

I didn't realize until I hit the ground,

that they weren't honey at all.

They were poison to my mind.

They made me think you cared,

That you wanted to give me the world.

When all you really wanted,

Was to rip my heart right out of my chest

So you could place it in one of your little jars,

And set in to the shelf labeled,

"Never love her again".

So you could get what  you wanted

Then leave me roken on the ground.

Forcing me to pick up the pices,

Of a heart I didn't break.

Knowing full well that I'll never trust again.

That I'll never open up to someone again,

That I'll never fall again.

Not for someone whose words sound like honey to my ears.

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