Lies and Heartache

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My body was like a fire.

A wildfire.
That raged with emotions.
Burning everything that it touched.

On the inside, I was breaking.
On the outside, I was shaking.

He filled me with lies.
He told me I was pretty.
He told me that he loved me.
And I believed him.

I let him love me.
I let him have me.
All for what?
Nothing.

I gave him everything.
He was my first.
Kiss, Time, Love.

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My body was his.
My hopes and desires.
Even my damn dreams.
I saw everything with him.

A year passed.
Feelings drifted.
Lies were spreading.
I was blinded by a false emotion.

Time went on.
I could tell something was wrong.
But yet I chose not to believe.
While I waited for him.

He was with her.
Kissing her, hugging her, making love to her.
Everything he once did to me.
He grew tired and bored.

Trading me in for someone new.

In time I felt lost.
I felt un-pretty.
I felt useless.
He turned me into something else.

I never felt anger, pain, heartache.
Nothing like this before.
I was upset about feeling like this.
 

I was angry at myself.
I was angry at him.

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Known to some as Mother of Cats, but others know her as Peyton a fun-loving geek, who has an obsession with Dragon Age, Overwatch, writing, and photography. An introvert who suffers from being socially awkward. But has a passion for reading, writing short stories, cuddling cats, and late night binge watching Netflix.