how could I be so naive
to think that you were invested
in every last word I spoke?
pulses of pain hit my heart
with lies and
empty apologies.
how could I look at you,
the only thing I believed in,
and not see an intruder?
rumors fill my ears,
telling me stories of your
"I'm sorry."
how could you say you
love me, but
burn every bridge to dust?
tell me.
t.m.v