After We Bleed

I was stupid to think he could change. I was naive to think things would change between us. All that we have done. All that we have been through, and for what? I stand here with a cage around my heart that he created and threw away the key. I am left with nothing- nothing. I barely have my memories. We never really have memories. They are easily manipulated into what we want to believe. We can force ourselves to believe what we remember if what we want to, but do we really have that memory? Are we allowed that privalege?
He stripped me of everything I once loved. I am alone with no where to go. I have allowed myself to get hurt.
This is what it feels like to be a letdown for no place to go. There may never be an up, just a deeper hole in this lie we call love.

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