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Time. It's been 1 week.
You've stopped talking to me
and it makes me think,
Everything is not what it seems.
You've stopped
with the cute nicknames.
You've stopped
and I feel like I'm to blame.
I am the soother of souls
The seducer of the broken
I breathe in their pain
And breathe out their ointment
Yet
They come back
Glasses covered with roses
Shattered as he closes the door behind him
Heart filled with devastation
Tears fill my eyes, asking why?
Mustering up the strength to pick up the pieces
You make me insecure.
You lied.
You looked me right in the eye and lied to me to save yourself.
Because god forbid you ever be held responsible for your actions.
I knew you were
Something
special
One year
Eight months
And nine days ago when I first saw your beauty
soaring over social norms with gilded wings;
You could never touch the ground.
