My Dear Love,
I took this for granted,
I hope I never speak to you again,
I do not want to look into your deep brown eyes,
And hear you say sorry,
And I do not want you to hold my hands,
And try and make things okay,
Its good to understand how you really feel,
Its good to know if you would pick me over her,
Its good to finally know the truth,
But why must it hurt so awfully?
Why lie to me like that?
Why get my hopes up about something like this?
Just to run off with her the next day,
Just so you know,
It burns like one hundred scars,
Inside and out,
Maybe more than one hundred,
More than one thousand?
One million?
A million little cuts,
Slashed all over my aching body,
Each stinging more than the last,
I do not dare cry in front of you,
Or you might act like you care,
And I might even believe you,
So I wont show you how broken I am,
I do not wish to be shattered yet again by you,
By your thoughlessness,
By your little lies,
Little lies that meant so much to me,
When I thought they were true,
I hope you carry a heavy cross on your back,
That will keep you struggling,
Struggling not to cry,
Struggling to hide your pain,
As I struggle to hold back my own tears,
As I struggle to cover my pain, 
With so much make up you can barely see its me,
Just know..
It hurts is all.