there's endless poems of broken hearts and broken dreams
there's endless stories of what could've been
I think about what we were
and how I become a part of the cliche in which I am another woman
broken down like a little girl
because of the infidelities that I thought would stop because you said you love me
I have realized that love has become an excuse
to hurt others and for others to accept it
I accepted your lies
time and time again
now I am another cliche
broken by the relationship you let fall to pieces
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
there's endless poems of broken hearts and broken dreams
there's endless stories of what could've been
I think about what we were
and how I become a part of the cliche in which I am another woman
broken down like a little girl
because of the infidelities that I thought would stop because you said you love me
I have realized that love has become an excuse
to hurt others and for others to accept it
I accepted your lies
time and time again
now I am another cliche
broken by the relationship you let fall to pieces
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