You broke my ******* heart.

And you did it from the comfort of your own ******* garden.

While you had a *******  cigarette.

I was curled into the corner of a ******* bathroom, so no one could hear me cry.

I don't ******* cry.
But since then I can't ******* stop.

I can't ******* deal with this.

Why the **** did you do this to me?

I ******* hate you!

Please come back...

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It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness—
I’m so accustomed to my Fate—
Perhaps the Other—Peace—

Would interrupt the Dark—
And crowd the little Room—
Too scant—by Cubits—to contain
The Sacrament—of Him—

I am not used to Hope—
It might intrude upon—
Its sweet parade—blaspheme the place—
Ordained to Suffering—

It might be easier
To fail—with Land in Sight—
Than gain—My Blue Peninsula—
To perish—of Delight—

out of your sight I shall go,
out of your mind I shall flow.
to forget the fun we had,
to forget the love we had.
you do not know how much I cried,
or how much I truly died
to see you happy inside,
to see you feel free
the sadness runs through my body
to know that I am out of sight and
out of your mind
do you know how much it hurts
to feel my heart that once held love,
start to burn then turn to ice

the pain is strong
the pain is long
to feel the pain burn in my heart
to watch her leave
after she promised to stay
why does the pain have to hurt?
the pain is a strong reminder
of who I once was, of who I have changed
to and of who I will never be again