I broke him

March 3, 2016

I breathe in his scent

He had hugged me

I breathe in his scent

He had kissed me

I breathe in his scent

He had touched me

I breathe in his scent

He had loved me

Now he is lying here

Resting beside me

But he doesn’t love me

or touch me

or kiss me

or hug me

because he is just a shell

of what he was

what he used to be

All because of me

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