it’s all a big mistake
you say but the big
mistake was mine I
never should have trusted you I don’t even trust myself I’ve shit on almost everyone
who ever trusted me and I usually told myself I was doing it for
love
it’s hard to tell who really
has your back some have it
just long enough to park a blade but I shouldn’t be
humiliated or angered by that betrayal is the inevitable
consequence of trust
I guess I can forgive but
I know I can’t forget we’re
still broken baby I think we murdered love the bed we shared is now a tomb the
faint edge of depression blurs
into constellations of hopelessness and the tentative hopes we
wound between our sheets flee
the scrutiny of daylight there’s nothing left to say so
I’ll just leave now before the sun arrives to
confiscate what little dignity is afforded us in our silence
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