I say I'm over you.
My heart calls out for you.
My brain tries not thinking of you.
I force myself to mingle among the other people.
Scarred and wounded, heart in hand for all the world to see-
But no one does- see,
The pain- the wounds, or the scars left behind.
They only hear the spoken words that seem to say: I love you...
No matter the true intent of the words
You will always be the one who stole my heart-
Like a thief in the night.
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