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Love, a Four-Letter Lie

I cry into my pillow,
but even the fabric spits it back,
because my pain is too heavy for cotton to carry.

Last night, I dreamt of you,
and even in my dream, you were leaving.
I woke up holding my chest,
but all I felt was a love rotten in a heart
that's forgotten how to let go.

Nothing hurts compared to the silence that followed
when I begged you to stay.
I hate myself for still waiting.
For keeping my phone on loud
just in case your name decides to call me back to life.

You don't deserve my tears,
but they don't listen to me anymore.
They pour themselves out in the dark,
so heavy I can feel them flooding in my chest.

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Even my reflection in the mirror avoids my eye contact,
like it's ashamed of what l've become.

The wind stopped blowing my way,
because even it got tired of carrying my weight.
I press myself together just hard enough to stop from falling apart.
But tell me,
In case I lose it all and finally split open,
will the pieces of me be sharp enough to cut you too?


Did you ever love me?
Or was I just a place you passed through on your way to someone better?


I loved you,
and now I'm unlovable.

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