extracted from my chest. The only person I thought I could
trust was the one who was throwing me away.

My heart has never truly healed.

It has been given a second chance.

Only his love could help me through all of it.

Their love was poison. I see it now. I had tried too long
to love her. She was feeding me poison in every
hug. In every lie her lips had the misfortune to tell.

And I HATE, truly Hate, that I miss her so.

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