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How could you


What am I to you?

Am I a toy an object

Is that what you think of me

 

Is that what I am?

Telling me lies saying you love me.

Leaving me for them?

Am I really what you wanted

What about the gifts

 

I sit here and poor my heart out

But what happens to it

   Defines me

   My past

And how much you hurt me

And I could never forgive you

I loved you.

 

But I guess you keep

Your options open..

 But at the end of the day you don’t come and check on me

it’s fine I’ll smile away the pain

I guess my problems have nothing to do with you

I don’t have to hide who I am

Who you made me hide

From… myself

 

But I guess you couldn’t see the things I have done for you

The mistakes that I still bare

You moved on like no other

But you stay saying

You miss me

I’m everything

 

But you could never get it could you?

 I try over and over, to let you in because I was still

In a different mind set

  You let me drowned

   Deep in the middle

   Couldn’t breath

  See

   Hear

What about my heart that still bleeds out

You never checked on me!

To see if I was okay

 

 

What’s this feeling?

Is it love or lust

Or maybe attention.

What about them---

   You said ride or die?

Right.

The same thing,

What about them

You feel the same about them

To her. 

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