Like a surgeon with his blade,
remove from my mind the unkept promises you made.
Carve whats left of your memory from my twisted brain.
Then scrub the last peice of feeling from my heart like washing away a stain.
No this surely didn’t happen over night,
weight accumulated each time I wasn't worth the fight.
Hopeful eyes dulling with each passing day.
Till at last left black, nothing left to save.
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