Wednesday, June 27, 2018

A Game of Hearts

It hurts because you’d still want me

Even though everything I’ve done felt like a back-stab.

I don’t understand how this came to have happened

It was like I was stolen in this game of hearts

I could be choosing heaven over hell;

Fire over ice,

But I don’t care.

But remember that I did love you and you don’t owe me to be so alone….

because I love you

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