Some day, you'll realise
what you did to me.
When the night screams to you
The tale of your infidelity.
You'll understand what I became
when you poisoned me
with all your lies, and I,
in my love, trusted you blindly.
Within the contours of my arms,
I had a body that was yours.
I shirk from my own touch now
I'm brimming with hatred, my every pore.
Your love, is a way of life that's passed by
Leaving me with only an unuttered - why?
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