You hear my cries,

You listen to my heart beat,

You give me your shoulder,

You console me to keep quiet,

But what you miss out is,

I need to be loved not held,

I need to be adored not fucked,

I need to be comprehended not messed.


The end is near,

The love is rare,

I believed in you,

I had faith in you,

Guess I was wrong,

messed up my mind,

fucked over myself,

I laid down thinking;

Where had I gone wrong?

I found nothing but this:

You were a thief,

and I was a believer.

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