I hate this seat
It's always cold
You use to sit here next to me but now you've moved on
You said you loved me
But then you abandon me.
I use to tell you that your presence makes my heart, my very soul smile.
This is my unsmiling heart.
This is my hate, my anger, my distrust of your pathetic pleas for a life you cannot have,
This is me telling you that it's done
This is my unsmiling, non-loving heart telling you that it has been broken for the last time.
This is me.
And this? This is my unsmiling heart.












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