All The Lies You Loved To Tell

by FlowerThatDied   Feb 15, 2010


Pack your stuff,
Get out of my door,
Don't you dare,
Grace me with your face anymore.
Your voice makes me sick,
Your words make me cry,
I wish with my all,
What was between us would die.
I have to remind myself,
Time after time,
Where your lips have been,
Then I'm just fine.
How can I love,
And hate both at once?
How can you have me,
On hold for months and months?
I'll be nothing now,
You can just have a memory,
I have to remind myself daily,
That this is all it will ever be.
And when in the morning,
I search for your smell,
I'll just remember,
All the lies you loved to tell.

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