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Nov 2020
Your words burn like venom,
Numbing my body as they hit me.
I sink further into your black pleather couch,
I can’t believe this time, you bit me.
The room spins, my mind blurs, the walls start to close in.
What you’re saying is stinging, and I won’t be able to shake
Just how you betrayed me and climbed under my skin.
“You don’t know hard it is, you don’t even try,
You stopped going to the gym, plus, you work all the time”.
Each statement like a bullet, you don’t even stop as I cry.
“You shouldn’t be in a relationship, you shouldn’t have come over”.
Shock sets in, just minutes before I jumped in my car, you told me you loved me.
Your words are like a cold shower, no longer drunk in love-- I’m sober.
I’m sobbing now and looking down,
But you just keep going, cruelties pouring out like a waterfall,
I can’t believe this, you’re letting, no, you’re making me drown.
“I don’t know if I can do this, I think you should go”.
I don’t know the man in front of me,
I stumble out the front door, but can’t make it home.
My body is crumbling, you’ve made me physically sick.
I haven’t eaten in weeks, I really can’t go,
So I have to stay here tonight, not really my pick.
I fumble to the bed, and climb in, goodnight.
We’ll talk in the morning, I think you say,
Or maybe not, my mind isn’t quite right.
You fall asleep quickly, as if nothing has happened.
But I stay up for hours, just thinking and backtracking.
I don’t know why you said those things to me, so cruel and off hand.
All I know as I lay here, wrapped in your blankets, my thoughts intermixed
Is that maybe this is it, perhaps this is the night that we broke it,
And that maybe, it’s hopeless. After all, not all that is broken can even be fixed.
Written by
Tatum  21/F
(21/F)   
106
   Gabriel Girault
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