this is the sound of

your razor-blade betrayal

shredding through my trust.


there is nothing like

the bittersweet sting of your

honey-coated lies.


this is how it felt

when i reached out for your hand

and you let me go.


this is the flow of

salt from self-inflicted wounds.

i didn't want this.


there is nothing more

sickening than the beat of

my heart in my head;


nothing more dreadful

than hearing my blood rushing

where my thoughts should be.


you let me shiver

from exposure to your games,

and you called this love.


i call this heartbreak.

i call this losing my faith.

you call this goodbye.


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