My boy is mine
And I love my boy—
But I have a secret,
My boy doesn’t know
He’s mine

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                                                    I hate you.
                                                    I hate you.
                                                    I hate you.

You burned what was there,
Tore the pages we wrote,
and smiled as you watched the smoke go up.
You watched me crumble.
You laughed.

"Was it all fake to you?"
                                                      "Yeah­"

That one word grew thorns,
right around my heart.
Keeping it locked,
forever away from love.

The years turned to a blur.
Feelings changed to a memory.

Burn me.
Scar me.
Tear me apart.
It won't hurt me.

                                     You made me numb after all.

I don't care anymore,
for there is only three words,
I have for you.

                                                   I hate you.
                                                   I hate you.
                                                   I hate you.

I never knew,
that it would be the last.
Those times that we were side by side,
those times you were with me.

The late night talks,
the hours we spent watching the sunset,
It all has left.

I wish you would come back,
though, the world doesn't work that way.
I'll still hope.

Every time we ran to each other for comfort,
or just for some love,
The love we only saw in each other,
had now left a mark on my heart.

The day you left me,
not only you were gone.
It was the last time I saw myself whole.

The last time of it all.

I never really believed in love,
well, not anymore.

Before reality hit me,
I dreamed of these cheesy romance novels,
always wishing it would happen it me.
But, the universe had other plans.

Over time, I noticed my parents fights,
as they grew bigger,
I felt weaker.

They never seemed to be in love,
never once.
That's when it all started.

As I grew up, I fell in love,
not once,
but twice.
And both times it ended,
leaving my heart in pieces.

The first time, it was a childish one,
It was your typical enemies to lovers,
and I thought it was perfect.
But, time went by,
I even dated him,
though, my love was not strong enough,
just to keep him by my side.

I moved on,
just adding an extra lock on my heart,
vowing to not open it,
at least till I was older.

I broke that vow.

The second time,
I never got to tell him.
We were best friends,
still are,
at least in my eyes.
I'll never be able to tell him that,
cause' I don't know where he left.

I never told him,
because the same locks that made me feel safe,
refused to unlock,
shattering my heart further.

I don't know if the numbness will ever go away.
All I know is that, in the end,
love broke me.

Now I don't trust it.

For many years,
you were mine,
and I was yours.
We were free,
we were happy staying friends.
Though we yearned for more.

I thought it would last forever,
I was ready to confess.

But, you left.
You went to a place I can never reach.

Every time I think of those precious memories,
I break.
Because you were my world,
and will always be a part of it.

Because you weren't only my friend.
You were my family,
the place I called home.

You were my soulmate.