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May 2016
Broken China in the kitchen
Blood throughout the carpet
Punched holes in the walls
The house remains silent.
His love was no love in the end
Hers was just as broken...
The lies and the stories resulted in madness
And at the end of each day it was always so tragic.
Wake up in the morning, breakfast for the kids, kiss on the cheek,
No matter how in love they seem in the morning, each night is a repeat.
This is not love, this is just cruel
You're battered, but stay for the idea of love. This makes you such a fool.

Written by
PaperclipPoems  Nor Cal / Arizona
(Nor Cal / Arizona)   
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