Heartless, Souless Jerk
The first initial blow hurt,
Then you told it was all false.
You tore my heart out and stomoed it under your feet.
Why put me through this,
When you told me you cared for me?
So now I am convinced that you are heartless,
Maybe even souless.
You took a knife and tore it through my heart,
Without even thinking about it.
You played me like you play your guitar,
But that is over.
Everything is done with us.
I have moved on from this crap you put me through.
I suggest you do the same.
poem by Samatha Squiers
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