His lips were kind,
whispering sweet nothings
wishing sweet dreams.
He took my smile.
*Pluck*
he loves me
He lied with his eyes,
that deceitful, sapphire gaze
meshed with murky shades of gray
told me she was no one.
He took my trust.
*Pluck*
he loves me not
His hands soft in mine,
no blisters or bruises
the entire world was ours.
He took my spirit.
*Pluck*
he loves me
His ears, they were paranoid,
corrupting his tongue
yelling names and accusations.
He took my tears.
*Pluck*
he loves me not
Just took and took until he couldn’t anymore—
I was left bare—
pieces scattered
unable to be found.
He left me with nothing,
no smile, no trust
no spirit, no tears.
Yet all he could say was
he loves me