Liar, Liar

You said you would change,
But it must have been a game,
For you're still the asshole I hate,
You took your knife of lust,
And stabbed me till I bust,
Don't know what you were thinking,
But now my time is sinking,
You lied to me,
I cried you see,
I cried blood and tears,
You put me through my deepest fears.

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EndlessRoad
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Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 342