Breaking hearts was never the plan,
Loving is a puzzle hard to except when abused.
I hope there's as much forgives that can.
Not use to being love unconditionally so use to being used.
He excepts me the way I am... Broken and shattered.
Feeling disgusted by the imperfection of my skin filled with marks.
But to him none of that mattered-
I hurt him though, to him I'm flaming darts.
No longer was I the shield, but instead the arrow.
I broke his heart when I should've saved it.
No longer so I have the right to follow-
He's gone my life is pure hell.
