Your name was always the only name I knew.
Your eyes were the only ones that kept me mesmerized.
Your words I always thought were true.
Your hands were the only ones I’d memorized.
Your voice was the only one I recognized.
But your words cut me like a blade
And left me bleeding inside.
I grew tired of your charade
And I grew tired of the way you lied.
You made me swallow my pride.
I picked up all the broken pieces,
And I glued them back together.
But even though
I seem whole,
I will always be broken by you forever.

Angels can be a good writer