La Douleur Exquise
You say you are mine, but that was merely a lie.
For your heart was never truly vacant.
So I took a number, sat in line and tried to be patient.
As the days grew longer and the weather became colder; the flame seemed to never burn brighter.
My thoughts began to wander- making me weak when I was once a fighter.
I gave you your space, as I sat in the cold, and you threw it in my face by giving your warmth to another soul.
Now you feel rage as I rip out our pages using them to keep warm.
Reading them; the wistful tears overwhelm my eyes.
I have been under a spell this whole time and your love for me was merely a lie.
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