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ache~

as i have just felt,

seconds ago,

the course of things to come,

torn from me,

ripped out.

words,

as if spoken in a language i couldn't understand,

i cannot respond,

i only reflect, their loss

the terms we made, now betrayed and gone

but what worth could there be,

in the trust i placed upon, you.

toil i shall in the bonds of these terms,

that shant be undone,

what a cruel punishment,

for my naive eyes, to turn and burn,

looking on as if the sun hung in them

and only the yearning for that which there is no control have i,

heavy in my chest, like a friend,

another, who can take away the pieces i have given,

left as a gift,

unto the pointless and abusive,

i feel used,

as i have only to look into me

for the reasons that anything happens,

i am at fault, and i hate myself for the cause,

how foolish.