I was traumatized. Not by love, but by the idea of making me believe it's love.
All because of you, all the words I read and see are just to deceive me, that's what I now believe.
You told me lies, the sweetest lies I've ever heard.
You broke me slowly, surely you have noticed but didn't care anyway.
Your promises were as beautiful as roses but filled with prickly thorns.
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Published on November 29, 2015 23:00