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Oh who cares
Don't talk to me about fucking love,
Do you even know what it is?
Don't you know what it's like to lay in bed at night,
Rocking your thoughts
Back and fourth
Replaying those beautiful moments over and over
And you do the same with the tragic ones
But they stick for longer
Don't even try to say you loved me
You felt me
There was always a difference
You craved me, yes you wanted me, but didn't love me
You left when I got pregnant
You fucking left me
I was sat crying on the bathroom floor
Slicing open my thighs with a razor
And instead of comforting me and telling me it was okay
You told me it was over
And now, after I killed my baby, after he was torn from my womb
Life a flower from a stem
You crawl back telling me you loved me
You fucking twat.
I hate you
Do you even know what it is?
Don't you know what it's like to lay in bed at night,
Rocking your thoughts
Back and fourth
Replaying those beautiful moments over and over
And you do the same with the tragic ones
But they stick for longer
Don't even try to say you loved me
You felt me
There was always a difference
You craved me, yes you wanted me, but didn't love me
You left when I got pregnant
You fucking left me
I was sat crying on the bathroom floor
Slicing open my thighs with a razor
And instead of comforting me and telling me it was okay
You told me it was over
And now, after I killed my baby, after he was torn from my womb
Life a flower from a stem
You crawl back telling me you loved me
You fucking twat.
I hate you
Published 12th Jul 2014
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12th Jul 2014 2:10pm
Agonizing read, real deep stuff wrote down there, and still executed well, never feels like you lost composure, in a writing sense.
"don't even say you loved me, you felt me"
Bitter line, I'm sure many will relate too.
Powerful lines towards the end, those last five really pluck at heartstrings.
Great write.
(not sure if my usual finisher is appropriate here)
Be Happy
"don't even say you loved me, you felt me"
Bitter line, I'm sure many will relate too.
Powerful lines towards the end, those last five really pluck at heartstrings.
Great write.
(not sure if my usual finisher is appropriate here)
Be Happy
12th Jul 2014 3:06pm
Touching...this is high level betrayal,if there's any thing as "unpardonable sin",then it should be this one. Good write
20th Jul 2014 8:32pm
Dark and pain ridden write. The hate comes through in your words. Keep writing.
