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& it all started so innocently
How can you just waltz into my life
and stir up these emotions I did not know I had
only to waltz right back out
even faster than you came into it?
You squeezed my frigid heart until it bled
then turned and ran so fast and so far
that all I was left with was
a pile of dust and broken-heart blood.
Is that what you do?
Do you always give birth to stomach butterflies
and then fucking crush them when their wings start to flutter?
Or is it just me?
Did you choose me as your victim
because you saw my useless heart worn so casually on my sleeve?
Because you knew that it would
mean nothing to caress it and then crush it
without a second thought?
Maybe you just knew that
pain is my drug.
You acted as the needle and shot it right into my blood stream.
Now the hurt just courses through my veins
and your fucking name
leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
