My first love

You were my first my last my every thing, but those words meant noting to you I was deceived by your beauty, your kindness and your way with words. Only to find out it would hurt me. You broke my heart so many times only to feel the emptiness of the world. The coldness the hatred, the loneliness. The image of your face hunts me day in and day out, no escaping the thought of you for you still hunt me in the flesh. You taunt me you push me and you drive me to do things I wouldn’t normally do.

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