here I am again,
picking up the
shambles of
my mangled
heart;
carelessly wiping these
wretched tears from
my eyes.
I don't know why
I keep letting you
do this to me;
I can't even stitch
the pieces back together
again; the scars are
resistant to the needle
and thread.
Every time I hear your
voice, I melt,
and I let you back in
to my fragile heart.
Once you're there,
you do everything
you can do to break me.
You seem to get
some sort of sick
pleasure
in watching
me crumble;
in watching
me cry...
All I ever did
was love you
with my entire
existance,
and this is how
you have always
paid me back
: a black eye
and a broken heart.
I can't keep picking
myself up off the ground
for you.
I have no more
heart to love
you with.
All I have filling
that empty
void is a burning
hate for you now.
A hate so strong
that it consumes
me entirely.
There's no room
left in my
life to love
you.
Now its all about
plotting my revenge
on you
so that I can
release my
sweet hate
upon you...