My heart was guilty. By way of association to my mind.
You told me I was cold, unfeeling.
I told you that I knew the truth.
And that despite your treachery I loved you still but I could never be with you again.
You called me cruel as you packed your things.
I watched you leave, my mind satisfied.
But know that as I go to sleep, it was my heart that pulled the trigger.
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