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I don't want to write soppy poems
about how he broke my heart
because he burnt my heart
and I'm writing this with tearless eyes
because what was love has perished in
his hands
Who I was he tried to change
What I gave was never enough
He was too full of himself
to see the bigger picture
And I still so unstable
was willing to give him pieces of myself I never set out to put on the table
Phone sexing at 3am
telling him he could have my pussy in any way
Protesting not to show a picture of myself
Though scared to lose the "love" of my life once again I become submissive
The selfish part of me now missing
because all I wanted was for him to claim me as his missus
Train fare money to go see him, could have bought myself a gift,
two days to go he says I'm no longer welcome in his home
because as always he blows things out of proportion
just 'cos I refused to answer a question
He looks past the fact that I have trust issues
Not patient enough to let me work through these issues
All numb inside
I wished him all the best
His best is yet to come.