belief is a very weak thing,
sometimes it just takes a word
or a few more,
sometimes it takes multiple
actions, over time,

i nearly believed when
you told me that you never
meant to start the fire,
make the walls crash around me
and burn like they had never done before,

i nearly believed when
you said that you never meant
to make the water overflow,
you just kept the faucet running and
the sink was still plugged,

your words are lies spun from the
softest of silk, beautiful in theory
but cruel in practice,

i nearly believed when
you said that you never meant
to hurt me, but then i remember

you use the same sweet
silk that once shaped my feelings,
when you want to coax something,
when you want to feel something,
and you use me as an outlet

well i am not a livewire,
i can not be your anchor forever,
i can not be your spark,
and i certainly am not a toy
to be tinkered with,

i'm done hoping for you to
feel anything about what you did,
because, unlike you,
i care if you start to

fall
to

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