Open My Stitches Poem by Karly Jaye

Trying to forget is like ripping open my stitches
Torn from the pain you so kindly inflicted
Because your lies always sounded so beautiful to me
It seems I was caught, blinded, and stuck in between
And your f*ckin' pictures still haunt my walls
Along with your letters
Sealed with deception
All along I thought I was witnessing perfection
The words you scribbled out must have been the truth
Because the action of 'I love you' was one you never learned to use
And my heart was yours to do whatever you wanted
You held it in your palm, strangled, and dropped it
I guess our love was a fire
And hate was engorged in the flames
But towards the end your lies and I love you
Always sounded the same