Bombshell- RouxEdwards

Completely obliterated,

Degraded, berated,

His icy words slash,

The world falls around like ash.

My dying thought,

Of the house we'd bought,

(at least in my head)

I wish I was dead.

How can five small words,

He sat me down in that world

and said:

I've found someone else.

The End

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