I look at you,
A sobbing mess,
Ruined by someone you used to call yours.
I look at you, the broken pieces of your heart scattered around the floor.
I look at you, a mess.
But you are my mess.
You never realised the person who could never of broken your heart was the perfect match.
Me.
We could have been perfect yet you don't seem to realise that,
You always choose the wrong people.
I look at you, a sobbing mess, because when you think of love you don't think of pain, do you?
