I tell myself its over.
That in a few months it won’t matter,
That this physical distance could somehow cure my pain.
But you hold me close.
Whisper empty words in my ear,
Use me once again to fulfill your lustful desires.
Then I’m invisible.
Breaking promises is your game,
Toss me aside to make room for the next player.
Now my heart is stone.
Numb to all feeling is my façade.
No one will ever damage me quite like you.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 1:23 AM UTC
I tell myself its over.
That in a few months it won’t matter,
That this physical distance could somehow cure my pain.
But you hold me close.
Whisper empty words in my ear,
Use me once again to fulfill your lustful desires.
Then I’m invisible.
Breaking promises is your game,
Toss me aside to make room for the next player.
Now my heart is stone.
Numb to all feeling is my façade.
No one will ever damage me quite like you.
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