Torture

I used to think

You had my heart,

But you only really

Tore it apart.



You took and took,

But gave nothing back.

My golden heart;

You turned to black.



I worry no longer.

Yeah, I'm happy alone.

Who needs love anyway?

I've put myself on my throne.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Haven't the slightest when I wrote this... somewhere from September - December 2004.

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