A broken heart.
You broke it apart.
It was me who ended it.
But you were the reason, it was all you, every bit.
It wasn't complete, the thing we had.
It started good, went slowly bad.
After all you said, you didn't fight back for me.
That's a reason you see.
You said you loved me.
But you never made me see.
So I am sad for you not carrying at all.
Thank you for letting me realize I won't let a tear fall.
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