I never stole anything from you, except your heart
How many lies turn hate into love?
Tiny pieces of your self are now mine.
I’ll use them when I need them and throw them away when I don’t.
I never promised anything deep,
I’ll deny everything and say it was all in your mind.
My lies are killing you, and I am not concerned
It doesn’t matter, because I don’t care.
You gave me all you had to give; once I devoured it, it became nothing,
Goodbye my sweet flower. You have been plucked.
You have been fucked. On to the next.