Your memory is not laughter
It’s a silent cry
It’s the prayer I whispered
above the sea of my tears
the night that your real self
came into my life like a slap across the face
And I, without religion,
prayed on my knees
as if it were the last thing I ever got to do
I prayed for you to meet someone just like you
for the universe to send you
all that you deserve
I prayed my face haunts every corner
of your twisted mind
I want to see dark circles under your eyes
and the fear of God in them
whenever someone utters my name
You killed my faith in love
and I want to be your end.
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