Slut
You tell me what I want to hear
In the hopes that I will fall for you
I grip tightly to the small promises and empty words you share,
As you watch me plummet blindly, not knowing our end is near.
I prayed for you my whole life, wishing for this love
But again I let my skin do the talking
Stupid.
Stupid.
S.t.u.p.i.d.
You don't really love me, I've tricked you
All I know is to give myself away to keep interest
So I'm just left with a heart that's empty and bruised
Copyright © Olivia Huddleston | Year Posted 2020
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