i don't really understand this. and many thanks to the formatting monster for eating the format and then regurgitating it back onto the screen. couldn't have done it without you, fpress formatting monster.

but: she told me.

i gave her my heart and she
turned it into her own personal
punching bag

but:

she told me she loved me
she loved me
she loved me

(because if you say it enough times it becomes REAL)

and then she walked away
stealing my love away in her hands

squeezing it until it turned into
sawdust
in her hands

we never spoke ((of this))
((ever))again