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April 17, 2011

Remains

When I was young I was a fool,
did not stop and think
about which was real
or which was beautiful.
And you of all people,
knew how to coat things
just the right amount.
So I believed
that they were both.

As you strung my heart along,
with your eyes and your smile
and your laughter.
And I could never quite doubt,
that you were everything
you claimed to be.
So I made myself believe it.
You were the one for me.

And so you played with the remains
of the person I used to be.
While you tried to laugh it all away.
To make it all better.
But darling, you destroyed me.

[And you won't even admit it. ]

So wrap me up in the lies
and empty words.
While I try to sort them out,
to protect myself from the hurt.
But I guess it'll all cave
from under us.
And I'll just watch you try
and fail
to regain my shattered trust.

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