I wore my heart on my sleeve. I wore my feelings like a hat. You could see through me like cellophane.
I hid nothing. Told you I was crazy from the start. But you told me love could conquer all.
I let you break down each and every wall. The ones I had up guarding my heart. Because I was honest to God scared to love anybody.
I had the mindset that everything I touched perished. It all went up in flames.
But you led me to believe this was real. That I would never regret the decisions I made.
They warned me. He's a heart breaker. He will only tear you up. Make you feel and then he'll leave you in the dust.
But I didn't listen to a damn thing they said. Because you were perfect. You could do no wrong.
I was blinded. I couldn't see through your thick skin. I couldn't see the black heart that you kept within.
You broke me down piece by piece. I was just a play thing.
You had your fun. You loved me wrong. But it was all my fault.
Right?
It was my fault for having problems. It was my fault for doubting every good thing I had.
I pushed you away until you felt nothing. But honestly did you feel anything at all from the beginning?
Be honest. Don't sugar coat it. Don't wrap it up like a mystery lollipop.
Don't hide behind your false accusations. The ones that you post online. To make me look like that bad one.
The abusive one.
Just don't.
Don't rub salt in the wounds. The ones that litter my arm because I'd much rather die than be looked at as a disgrace.
Don't make me want to take my life. Just because you want to fuck her. You want to fuck her and feel good about yourself.
You want to be the man. But all your doing is being pathetic. Breaking down the girl that can't even get her life together. That asked for nothing else but help.
I wore my heart on my sleeve. But my sleeve is all tattered. I wore my feelings like a hat but now I don't feel anything anymore. You could see through me like cellophane. But now I'm a foggy bridge over water.
You ruined me.
You dipped me in your poison river. Your toxic wasteland. Then threw me out to dry. And wonder why in the end. I wanted to die.
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PoetryA collection of work. I don't know what it is. But it means something. Or Maybe it means nothing. Maybe it's a waste of time A piece of shit Like me Oh love you don't know anything yet