Songs of a Broken Heart

He tries to keep himself from crying, but the tears betray him yet again. They roll down his face till they come spreading across his lips, a salty tang of bitterness.

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He picks up his pen and searches for the words to use, but no words seem right enough to tell how deep the hole she's dug in his heart runs.

He wonders what has gone wrong; why she has changed so much.
He wonders who she now thinks about; who has taken his sacred place in her heart- the only thing he had ever been so sure of.

He wonders why she now treats him like trash; like a pest, like one of those guys she used to tell him about, who bugged her like house flies bug the ears of a wounded dog.

Then as he puts his ink to paper, he tries to pour every bit of his feelings down.

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You were meant to be my strength,
In times like this when battles is all I fight

But you chose, and now have become
Another battle I have to fight to win

Love is succour, love is gain
Though with it comes days of fleets of pain

But a damsel won as spoils of war,
Like a slave, will always fight to flee
'cause she feels like nothing but the master’s whore

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Then the doorbell starts ringing, and with one swift swipe, he dries his tears with the back of his left palm. As he opens the door, there she stands in all her beauty, with that smile that always melts his heart. But this time, he can see through her smiles. He can see the guilt she is trying to hide. He never ever wants to take it anymore,but he feels his heart melting as she looks into his eyes.

Oh! How he longs for the strength to slam the door in her face.