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I am looking with a broken heart,
afraid of my next move.
I never expected to be this girl,
or to live with this knot in my
stomach.
Barely living, torn, hurting, and
completly confused.
We both want the same thing,
we both know how this story should
end. Happily ever after.
Yet you, the one that has so little
to lose,
your the one not willing to fight,
you simply refuse.
As if it weren't bad enough,
it's like you have no heart, you leave
me with no reason, and no explanation
on exactly why you've torn our world
apart.
I feel so small, so very used.
You had no morales when it served
you, all the sudden it is complicated
and now you do.
This is not the kind of thing you
change your mind about, there are lives
involved, hearts that count.
Once upon a time I had a heart,
I could care. Now I know, I see
clear the way it is, so I promise myself
I'll never feel or love this way again.
That is the way this story really ends.