It's The Sound Of Heartbreak That Never Makes A Noise

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It’s been two years and some odd months

When he passes and asks what I’m doing

“Nothing”

Really, I’m talking to him.

I smile when he talks to me

His eyes are deceived again

It’s been two years and some odd months

Since the last time I liked him

“Your type”

Yeah, a guy who wants to hurt me.

I let him hold me and kiss my cheek

His hands are cold again

It’s been two years and some odd months

Until I finally felt lonely enough

“Did I do something wrong?”

He asks, concern no longer lingering

I tell him it was me

His heart’s reassured again

It’s been two years and some odd months

As his body grinds on mine

“Stop”

I plead, my murmur ignored

I bruise as he bites me

His lust over powering again

It’s been two years and some odd months

After corruption changed me

“What if I was never born?”

I think, hoping I’d still be pure

I hide from everyone

My fear haunting who I am again

It’s been two years and some odd months

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