Disrepair

She has to say something,
Yet she has nothing to say.
Building up love to tear it back down.
I can’t help but care for her even if I am
Lost among the other discards.

Her method involves madness,
Even to the point of her own insanity.
Art of War? : a confidence scam,
Rooking you (heart and soul),
Taking your pieces and peace piecemeal.
Beautiful lies tear you to shreds.
Ruins of her imaginings,
Eternally fearing abandonment;
All her hate comes to bear, yet,
Killing you would be too easy…
Existence without love out of fear.
Reminder that everyone leaves,

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