She used to be a pearl,
Ignorant and serene,
Heart healthy,
Heart clean.
She used to be so sweet,
Rose lips pursed,
Not cursed.
Beautiful.
She used to laugh all day.
Now she's a shell.
Her own little hell.
You left her.
You're bereft of her.
But you don't care.
You hurt her.
You were curt with her.
But you didn't care.
You broke her.
You choke her.
Her breaths were all for you.
You didn't have a clue.
She. Loved. You.
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