And you mean so much to me,despite how badly you treated me,you were this imperfect person that I found perfect and you appeared as this angel and said all the right words and then Bam,you took my heart...you robbed me for it. I wasn't putting my heart on an auction,but you took it. And as I realized it,I fought you for it until I got weak,until I couldn't fight anymore...and then I gave up,I was tired of fighting,I let you take my heart and I trusted you to not break it but when I turn my back *clash* it fell...my heart was already made of glass and it wasn't a perfect heart and it was cracked so you had to be very careful with it....and you dropped it...and as you dropped it I watched my heart shatter in a million pieces right in front of my eyes...and I couldn't do anything about it...because it was my fault....my heart was practically yours...you owned it. And as you dropped my heart...you smiled and then walked away. And I fell to my knees and I had to pick up each piece and glue them back together...you broke me. And you didn't care. My heart still screams your name and when I die they will do an autopsy on me and your name will be carved there...boldly. How great is it to know that your name is carved inside of me....this will always be your home... And your name is officially stamped on a broken heart.
