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A poem about the aftermath of being hurt

Your voice echoes, still softly around the room
The smell of your essence, and fragrant perfume
Lingers silently, within these four walls with no escape
As I lay upon my bed, closing my eyes, and remembering your face

The way you whispered sweet words, embraced me in your arms
And the moment you departed, taking with it my beating heart
Stomping it into pieces, unable to glue it back as one
With that smile upon your face, knowing you had won

You crushed me into submission, as I crumbled upon the floor
As you played me like the fool, and my hope of happiness you tore
I believed our love was everlasting, like torn from a fairy tale story
But you revelled to my sadness, in all your glory

So as I lay here now, in this now quiet room
The coldness and darkness surround me, of unhappiness and gloom
I look back and remember, of what I once was given
And the break of my heart, for which you shall never be forgiven
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