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Broken Vows


From being the love of your life 
To being the final nail in the coffin
From being your antidote
To being the bittersweet of your poison
From tummyaches of laughter
To something you can't recover from
I held you too tight, and now
you're in pieces because of me
And now, I stare at lit cigarettes 
and wish that I could dim them off 
against my skin, burn through my sins 
Don't stop me, I deserve it
Don't tell me I was worth it
Because I'm not who I was anymore
Filled your heart to the brim, I didn't
know that I couldn't swim because
a truth bloomed out of the olden grim
shadows of a naive heart within.

I'm happier, living the dream that I told you,
You run in pursuit of the home that I broke, 
tell me why honesty's my leverage, 
tell me why it absolves me of why I left.
I thanked them for giving me the courage to be disliked, "Have the courage to own your mistakes," they replied
I knew what I did and if they knew the truth,
The likes of what could've been
Could have been more cruel.
But you were my rock and my sanctuary,
Fought in the frontlines for someone you couldn't meet,
Stood against people- your newfound family,
Battered and bruised, you sought shelter underground to find some kind of relief.
Atleast now I know that love is a bargain
we make from life to spare a lil something
Maybe that something is the fear of death
Like broken vows, it's something unforgiven.

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