The Crumbling

Sometimes it feels like a twisting pain

Other times,

Its more like I feel broken

And numb again.

When I look at his pictures now,

My heart is filled with scorn and disdain.

But,

What is the point of hatred and abomination?

He isn’t worth it, simple and plain.

How I wish I could go back in time!!

Just to run in the opposite direction

So that I won’t fall in love with him

And save myself from future contrition.

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