Like A Cockroach
But
you said you loved me.
I trusted you.
You turned your back on me.
you bastard.
I fucking trusted you.
You took that trust and threw it in the ground and crunched it between your shoe and the cold hard ground.
Like a cockroach.
What made you think that was okay?
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