blood and lace

If I had a cent

For every lie

You told to me

I’d buy your time

And if I had a dollar

For all the ways

You break my heart

I’d pay your stay

But all I have

Is your resent

My love for you

And my regrets

And even though

That’s all that’s left

I am still

Collecting coins

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