I've had enough of this tedious repetition--
this broken record that cuts me so deep
as it spins around my head; thank God
it misses my heart. I miss your heart, my dear.
I miss your heart, and your cold and callous soul.
How silly of me; I blame the lack of sleep--
insomnia no doubt caused, unsurprisingly,
by the endless thoughts of you swirling through
the blank and broken cracks of my mind.
And the doubts, the questions, concerning your
sincerity scream at me from somewhere unseen,
and they will not be silenced, in spite of all
your lies. No, you will not be believed again.
A/N: If only it was that easy, hm? I'm such a liar.