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He wonders why I'm hard to love.

When love chose drugs

she left me alone as one

it's simple subtraction 

as division corrupts.

Struck-

right in the heart

again, again, again,

until I was literally forced apart.

Physically she was given a new heart

for a new life to start.

And there.. you are;

I've come so far.

He's just another some-one or another

striving for a happy ending slumber.

Penny for the pepper-spray to make him stay.

He paid the price; I'm smarter than they say. 

When they claim I hurt them, I remember the pain

learning, from actions to this day

Can I predict the habits of a trend? 

Roll the dice?

Poker Face for the men.

Educated guess says they'll fuck up what comes next!

Must you play your cards right?

Overcompensating, Red flags in sight.

Everyone want's to see me

oh' so nice!

But that's not always real life.

Another lesson-

tempers' testin'

lies right to my eyes

disguised over time,

but these blue eyes ain't blind;

and in time I find:

One cannot deciet me

when there is nothing in this world

that I feel bleakly.