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They get inside your head,
Get inside your chest,
Touch your heart,
Count its beats,
Know your soul.
Their intentions are aligned
With pretense desperation and self-dealing,
They seek love because they need it,
They yearn endlessly for what their past,
Has fallen short of.
They listen, they lie, they smile,
They hold out, they suggest, they waiver,
They half-heart the whole time,
And time never seems to end with them,
Until it does.
Time ends abruptly.
Their selfish desires
Reveal jealous piety,
Reveal lonesome, bitter envy,
Reveal a hunger for love,
With a greed for altruism.
Some love lost,
The jar almost empty,
You're wrung of your substance,
A dried up shriveled means of getting by,
A hallow shell of existence,
Purged of joy,
Purged of peace,
Bothered by the voice,
The voice inside your head,
Reminding you of the mistakes,
Reminding you of the failures,
Tattooing regrets across your thighs,
The voices around you,
Telling you you're not worthy
Of unconditional love,
Telling you sweet little lies,
Drawing you deeper in,
It's darker now,
And they know it.
You thought they'd be there for you,
But they're not,
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Dampened gloom, slipping,
Bleeding slits, trembling lips
Poison sips,
Screaming,
But they can't hear you.
They're really gone.
The withdrawal is hard,
They took your love in vain,
They left you in pain,
Now you realize,
They were feeding you lies,
Heart-shaped,
Floating amongst their provision for bad debts,
They've provided well,
They ensured they were taken care of,
Never leaving hungry,
Never starving, always having a meal prepared,
Frozen, microwavable, but prepared.
Pay them no mind,
Walk along,
Your bruises will heal,
You're well aware of their battle plans,
But battle plans don't win wars,
You've lived and you've learned,
You know not to get mislead,
Instead, you'll lift your head.
Spirit cleanse, mind change, body renewed,
Be kind to your soul,
See love from within.
Let it be patient.
You'll heal with time.
- TRW
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