You Tore Out My Heart
Pain is not word.
It is scream.
A door slammed shut.
You did not hurt.
You destroyed.
You tore my heart.
I trusted your hands.
They cut me instead.
Your smile was knife.
Your love was trick.
Now silence lives in me.
A hollow chest.
No beat.
No song.
Yet I remember.
Your eyes.
Your lies.
My belief.
What spell held me?
What fool was I?
You did not hurt.
You broke me.
And still I reach.
For nothing.
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