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The scars that my beaten heart hold
are the only proof that I’ve ever loved you.
You stole my heart the minute I saw you.
You nourished it and made me believe
we might fall in love someday.
But then the poison of your words
filled with false love generate in my mind.
You changed your ways
and filled your once caring words
with acid that shot through my heart.
You hit me multiple times with hatred.
My heart has became a hole
because you’ve destroyed it completely.
The pieces are in a box in your closet.
You use them to remind you
of what you’ve done to me.
It’s your trophy from the horrible crime
you have so selfishly committed.
I just wish that you would have feelings.
That your heart would return to you.
I don’t like the piece of black coal
that beats in place of your stolen heart.
If only you would see how you treat others
and how you destroyed them
then maybe you would fine the courage
to go get your heart back but you don’t.
You don’t care about anyone but you.
And I feel bad for you
because you will never fell truly loved
and its all your fault.
You’ve brought it upon yourself.
I wish you the best of luck on your black hole of a life.