You slipped poison into our drinks and challenged me to see who could finish first. You whispered shards of glass into my ear and left me writhing in pools of sorrow and I heard voices calling my name in the glow of your eyes. I wouldn't call this love but I see your face when my eyes close and when my eyes open and I'm breathing in every piece of you that I can stomach but your knife carved a shoddy heart into the bone of my spine and you scrawled our names inside. The light in your smile dies more each second and I'm starting to see the diamond studded gates of hell, but, dammit, I can't look away if I tried. You told me in plain words that I was less than nothing, that my shattered heart was your toy.
Did you expect me to believe?
You paid so much attention to the thumbtacks on your falling charade that you couldn't feel the hands around your throat, tying your windpipes into the knots in my shoelaces.
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