I Can Taste ItMature

I can taste the lies on your lips.
Every kiss was a fake.
Just a show you put on
To make me think I was the only one.

There were others you admired.
They were much better than I could ever be.
I was merely the substitute,
Because the others were out of your league.

If you were man enough,
You'd say it to my face.

You don't love me.
Never have.
Never will.

I was merely an object of your possession,
Free to dispose of me,
And pick me up again when you please,
As if I had no feelings of my own.

The End

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