Walking Apology


He picks at my heart
Already broken and destroyed.
Making it harder to heal.
But I did not see it.
I did not feel it.
Blinded by what he says to me.

He took advantage of everything he knew about me.
Which wasn’t easy to get.
And when I left, after being so broken,
That was when he realized he loved me so much.
He's the broken one now.
A walking apology.

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