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I hear your voice over the phone

voicing what I’ve always known.

I’m not surprised by your hurtful ways.

I’ve expected this from the very first days.

I knew from the start that I shouldn’t trust

in the love you claim, that is not but lust.

There are some tears, but they have ceased

for those are what I need the least.

I see you now for what you are.

Not who, but what– not human by far.

No person could make me feel this bad,

so hated, betrayed– so alone and mad.

You took who I am and ripped me apart

so I could fit in your cold, black heart.

Then you pulled mine right from my chest

and left me here with nothing at best.

You said you hated who I had become,

but it’s you who made me this way, my love.

You pulled me away from it all just because

you wanted to be all I am, all I was.

You consumed my life, my time, and my love

just to shoot me down and stand above.

And you did just that, and so much more–

so close to showing me the door.

But if you did, I’d probably run

right back to you, for it’s you that I love.

I couldn’t hate you if I tried

I’m love’s bitch and I’ve never lied.

I won’t deny that I bound to you,

I’ll sit and hate it like I always do.

It won’t erase, not even in death.

I’ll whisper ‘I love you’ with my dying breath.