P.S. I Love Me






Your own heart despises you for you handled it in the ugliest manners.

You're a thief of everything beautiful in life; of joy; of blissful memories.

You're a thief of innocent promises and dreams.

You stole the light igniting our candles of wishes, dimmed our souls and made our days somber.

We were wasted in romance and drenched in pure faithfulness. You tore it apart.

Without a care, you betrayed our imaginary future together and the plans we once committed to.

You were once my lover, now you're just a memory that has fallen from the tree of my existence; dry, worn out and soon to be forgotten.

You, of all people, knew. You knew my strengths and my weaknesses. You knew how to get to me. You were the wolf in disguise.

Loving you was a lesson. The teacher was cruel and heartless.

But I graduated.

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