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No Meaning

How can she hate,
What she created,
What God created,
What life created

She tells me,
She is honest,
Yet the truth is hidden,
Behind another sin

Tells me I'm beautiful...this I don't agree,
Until her breaking point,
Where true colors fly,
And words cut deep

Says there are no favorites,
But it's still implied,
The other is best,
And I am just a rat

Apologies come,
Apologies go,
With no everlasting meaning,
Of the phrase 'I Love You'.
Poem by paprika_4