If this heart is a hand grenade then every single word you said pulled the pin. Truth be told... as soon as they passed your lips my shoulders began to shudder at the thought of your thighs pressed against mine. Here's to hope playing the role of my best man, trying to convince me that you didn't mean it. Just as fast as this all began, it all came to a halt (please understand this is all over). As we're standing here exchanging excuses every single blade of grass is coming into focus... not in a slow type of giving up... more like a dam giving way all at once.
Betrayal isn't the right word, it's just the one that rolls off of my tongue with precision in this moment. You never really understand the weight of your words until they hit someone in the chest, and by then it's far too late.
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