I'm sorry I woke you

You used to say I could.

You crossed your fingers, nodded your head, like I knew you always would.

You whisper sweet words of decit, as you look into my eyes

It became very clear that we are not two similar allies

I was left like a ragdoll, to predators in disguise 

And when my new lover came around I had to overanalyze 

His loving heart, his humble soul, his helping hands, and his self control

His hands so gentle, his words so sentimental. 

I felt the butterflies and I knew we had so much potential. 

He stitches my pieces back together

One by one, we tied like a sweater

This is love. 

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