Grim

I always said you’d be fine, because I knew

I wouldn’t

I looked after your heart, when I knew

I shouldn’t

To take care of my heart should have been a priority

But I didn’t

Because I knew no distance or time would console me when

We weren’t

I took the liberty to love you as you were mine for

The moment

The raw emotion and wounded heart of this lonely

Broken woman

It never did last because you were convinced

It couldn’t

This must be what life is like for the

Post mortem

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