At Your Convenience
you said this was loveand i so stupidly believed you
and later painfully realized
that this was only a relationship
of your highest conveniences.
you never loved me
only what i could provide
you ripped apart my soul
and made me your puppet.
in the process killing who i always wanted to be.
i worshipped the ground you walked on
and did everything you wanted
but all i got in return
was a sadly broked heart
and a new personality.
noone knoew who i was
only the monster i had become
i despise what i am.
i miss you though
and it kills me with this hurt
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