From my beloved, to my beloved

My misery, your fun

I recited my story that didn't echoed in your ears.
I shedded tears that looked like jewels to you
I crawled to you but darling you chopped my hopes
You said I was cruel,
when I decorated you in memories while you blurred me in yours.
You burned the red thread I crocheted for you
You tore the heart I grew for you.
My cries still dances in the air, baby just remove your hands from your ears
I removed my hate for you
but you were so kind to remove me instead.
If this is what you call love then I don't deserve to be loved.
It seems so hard to throw you away from my mind when you are firmly stitched to my heart.
But it's a shame that you smiled like I was nothing.
I was wounded when you left but I will bleed if you come back.