You said you loved me.
I know I loved you.
You don't love me any more.
Yet I never lied to you.

Your love was just you saying you did,
Displaying it to the world,
Never really trusting,
But outright lying to me.

Your love started off sweet,
Tender, caring and serene,
Yet grew dark and twisted,
Quite cruel at its worst.

Your love started off as love,
But was tainted by some whore,
Who fucked you and lied to you,
Who riddled you with hate.

I was stupid and confused,
Thought you would come to your senses,
I thought I could make it right,
I was so terribly wrong.

My heart was hurt and beaten,
By your cruel and broken lump,
Tainted and retched heart,
That thought it best to punish not go for a fresh start.

Towards the bitter end,
I knew there was no love,
I sat and I found myself,
And I prayed to heaven above.

Your harsh interrogation,
Unrelenting questioning,
Your unwillingness to see,
That you were the one for me.

You broke my heart so many times,
When you pushed me out the door,
You trod upon the pieces,
That lay scattered on the floor.

How could you think I would cheat,
Would fuck some piece of meat?
When all that I would ever do,
Was worship at your feet.

I miss the feel of you here,
But not the sting of a tear,
How could you let that slut break us,
But never believe I told the truth?

So my interrogation,
Is of my heart too,
Do I really miss you,
Or will my heart make do?