nice people

i wonder if nice people exist or they've all been wiped out like the dinosaurs years ago like when water was like a drought. my last lover killed me stabbed me with her lips and held me in her arms the gullible lies she told me well, they just fit. she was an angel sent from heaven, but like lucifer she fell down into hell and i i fell i fell for her. that was years ago and i've just opened up my wound rubbed some salt in it feels like it was just new what knife did she use, i wonder it must have been weak enough to penetrate skin but strong enough to leave a mark on my muse she was my sun she didn't need me to shine i was her moon without me, she was the same and i was just a young teen caught in her charade. i want to know if nice people exist or they're all turned into somebody or something like this body i heave along like this mind i hate having like this heart i despise loving.