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.













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