Dry eyes.

I feel so hurt that I cannot cry; my eyes are a desert, and I’m lost wondering alone. You are a concealed blade that comes to play during the most intimate embrace. You are violent and selfish, and I am dumb and enamoured. I hate that I love you, and I hate you, too. I can’t believe that I let someone walk over my heart like you have, and I can’t believe I thought you loved me. I am in pain, all because of you. I can’t wait to forget you because I am numb, and when I am numb, I cannot rhyme. There is no reason.

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