sitting letting tears well
on the verge of streaming
hot down my face
I’m telling my mind
that the lies are true
and the pain will end
enclosed in my mind
the intricate lies form
weaving a story so unlike mine
telling me that happily ever after
is true, is there
my hearts not broken
laying on the floor
shaking in grief my mind leaves
weaving the pattern of lies
forcing me to try time and again
willing my soul not to shatter
sewing the pieces of my heart up
in a disheveled new pattern
enclosed in my mind
the intricate lies form
weaving a story so unlike mine
telling me that happily ever after
is true, is there
my hearts not broken
facing an open flame
losing my will to live yet again
not knowing where my ghost of a soul will rest
no thoughts are coming
the spiders web of lies lay ruined
as the pieces of my heart
blow away on the wind
enclosed in my mind
the intricate lies no longer form
no more weaving a story so unlike mine
now telling me that happily ever after
is false, is only for fairy tales
my hearts not broken
my heart is obliterated
blown on the wind to the sea
... I can sit thinking that things will get better or I can learn that those that do not protect your heart from slowly breaking, though the seem so right, are not to be the one... for there is no one... its easier to be ice at the soul, cuz that way you can not be hurt.. or maybe steel so that you can not be bent... eventually I will die inside and then I wont have to worry.. cuz then I wont hurt anymore
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