My lacerates are nervy,
And so it hurts more;
You salted my wounds,
Peeled them, off the core.
You scratched my lesions,
now it’s hurting,
You played the role of a phlebotomist
And made my heart spill blood,
The thing which hurt me most
Is that you smile,
as the blood drips down my wearying body,
It’s a very fulfilling sight for you
You are overwhelmed and filled with excess joy at this sight
Well that’s what you always wanted
To see my cold and pale body laying lifelessly as blood drains effortlessly down my spine.
You made it seem like I was your life but now you’ve slowly drifted away leaving me to death
You made it known to the globe of old love that loving you was the the saddest thing that I’d ever happen to me.
You mummified my soul and haunted me for years
I thought I loved you but I guess it was my lustful soul yearning for you.
Now my soul is beyond repairs
I failed at love
while trying to fall deep inlove with you
I guess I fell too deep and broke my very bones,
I fell to death not minding its consequences
I gave you my heart
You gave me sweets talks
Saying that I’m your life,
I believed that
Well because I was foolishly inlove with you
In order to keep us together,
I became vulnerable and weak
I became gullible to all your persuasive talks and tricks
I was somewhat naive on true love
but I had hoped you were my one and only true love
Now I am clearly aware of all the tricks you played,
You became my teacher and now I have forgotten true love
I have enjoyed the games so much I wouldn’t think of a way my heart could be more safe!