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[belle_heaven]

Love is a four letter word composed of pain and anger anguish
                             How many times do you expect to break my heart?

Who was it that said time heals? Did they mean to lie?

Love is another name for death.

No one ever said it had to
                                              be perfect. All it needs to
                                              be is a work in progress   (Whoever said healing is ever complete?)

Forgiveness in the suffering?

Maybe I’m just dying. A slow death, made up from thoughtless words and careless actions. A slow pile up of decay that rots in my chest, eating my heart, sped up by cruelty and neglect

My heart broke yesterday, when you weren’t looking.
When you were too busy smiling about your plans…
My heart was laying, bleeding in my hands.

My soul cracked yesterday, when you weren’t listening
When you were too busy watching someone new
My soul was waiting for me to find the pieces, ended up with too few

My dreams shattered yesterday, when you weren’t looking
When you spoke of a future that didn’t hold me in it
My dreams broke with four years of fuel behind the hit

My heart broke yesterday, when you weren’t looking because you stopped loving me

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