I Tried

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It's the way you lied to me.

You called me her name.

You listened to me cry as you said it again.

I may be undeserving of a faithful love.

Yet, that hasn't yet stopped me from trying.

Crying over you,

losing sleep,

the yelling,

the arguing.

You say it was my fault.

Where did I go wrong?

I should keep my heart locked within a vault.

Never to be hurt again.

Never to be crushed, broken, or blown to pieces.

My heart isn't property

there are no leases

Perhaps creases,

like an old worn book

read time and time again

bent and distraught

yellowing and tearing

Pages filled with swearing, and caring.

Every time I cried,

Words to document,

I tried.

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