this

this is the sound of

your razor-blade betrayal

shredding through my trust.

there is nothing like

the bittersweet sting of your

honey-coated lies.

this is how it felt

when i reached out for your hand

and you let me go.

this is the flow of

salt from self-inflicted wounds.

i didn't want this.

there is nothing more

sickening than the beat of

my heart in my head;

nothing more dreadful

than hearing my blood rushing

where my thoughts should be.

you let me shiver

from exposure to your games,

and you called this love.

i call this heartbreak.

i call this losing my faith.

you call this goodbye.