Third Person ♟

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You never meant to hurt me,
at least that's what you said
but you did anyways,
As you flirted you way around life
and into her phone
and into her house
and into her bed.
I took the highway home and
drowned myself in tubs of ice cream
drank myself drunk.
In a drunken stupor,
I still react to you
as hot tears roll down my cheeks
and my heart shatters to pieces
while you caress her cheeks
and whisper lies into her ears.
I can only blame myself
For not seeing through your facade
and agony shoots through what's left of my heart
as I am reminded of reality once again.
The reality that I, myself, have inflicted pain
on my poor broken heart again.

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