It starts with an I, and ends with a You.
A feeling like none other, but I should've known it was too good to be true.
You promised you were faithful, even scoffing at the thought of my doubt.
You wore a good mask. I truly believed you were devout.
About the time issues arose in my life, you convinced me that I pushed you away; but in reality, you abandoned me as I reach around and found the knife
you left in my back, and now this train has derailed from its tracks.
There is no path back because you were unwilling to be straightforward with me.
You've damaged my heart, my mind, and you stole my soul; and with the receipt in the form of a lonely, fingerless ring with no love to hold onto, I can only think that using me for personal gain was your only nonfictional goal.
I risked everything for you. Gave you every dime and every bit of my conscious, yet there you sat devising a plan to reduce my storybook life into becoming subordinate to a prequel. You convinced me that my own family were bad people.
If I could go back, I would avoid meeting you. It hurts me to even think about, because the love I had for you was 100% true. I never went behind your back, and was always honest and loyal; I was your glue. Little did i know, the reason you were overly-accusing me of things i did not do was, in large part, because of the guilty conscience building in your gut ready to spew.
You have turned me into a creature forced to live outside of his habitat.
You make me look at life as if my only meaning was to be your placemat.
To use, and be discarded like last week's news; I only pray you dont meet somebody with your similar views.
I Love You is meant to be one of the unassailable declarations;
It starts with an I and ends with a You, but
after recieving years of mental manipulation and assault, HATE is the only thing I can do.
©thebroken1
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