Everything Is A Form Of Art

You were the player; I was one of your games

You messed with my heart,

and threw it around.

I'm not sure if it's beating now.

You made it hard to breathe,

when you threw me away.

"Am I even good enough?"

I would repeatedly say.

'Don't hate the player'.

They say to 'hate the game'.

But the player is playing

for the pleasure, the fun.

While the one on the other side,

is just some hit and run.

Abandoned and broken,

my heart is on the floor.

I can't even make it to the door.

You said you loved me,

that was my favorite lie.

Now, stay away,

you've destroyed me enough.

I'd tell you to burn in hell,

but instead i say...good luck.

~ B.M.D ~