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I am not what you are looking for,
But tonight, you will pretend,
Battered by your falsified words,
My heart, cannot defend.

I am but your well-worn tool,
Used and abused so often,
Because of you, inside my chest,
Lies a beating, heart-shaped coffin.

I am the one who stays up late,
Worrying about that girl, that boy,
You have destroyed my mentality and left me,
A broken children's toy.

I am in love with you,
That thought near makes me sick,
The bomb inside that part of my mind,
Explodes with one last tick.

I am gone.
©2008-2009 ~xGasp
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Dedicated to people who can't help but love those who hurt them most.

Kinda depressing for my first entry, but I felt like I needed to put something up, and this was the first thing I found.

Critique is highly valued. :]

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