I can still taste
The salt in my mouth
From the tears that streamed down these cheeks
When you tore your nails through my heart
And watched me coldly
To see how I would react.
You might as well have pulled out a notebook
And scribbled down the time
That my heart stopped feeling
And the tears stopped coming
Maybe record the moment that
My eyes took on a glazed appearance.
Did you plan this out on purpose
And place me inside a cage of glass
So that I would be able to see you
To need you
Yet not have you,
Perhaps I was just a twisted experiment.
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