Crippling Heart
It was expected that I am not to love,
With a crippling heart that is way too wounded.
It could barely keep me alive
how could it beat for someone else.
It was expected that I am not be loved.
With a patchy heart and raw hems sticking out
I was scared that I would sew the mess I called myself
To someone who deserves to be free.
It was expected that you would not like me.
But with pure smile, lively laugh
And Tall body, full of energy,
You made your way to this crippling heart.
It was expected for you to love and be loved by someone better.
Not by someone with a stained smile
,blood and body run by
Chemicals and drugs
that name I am still struggling to say
So as expected I ran away.
Because I knew
That love is two harmonised heartbeats,
But this crippling heart could only beat a sufferer's scream.
And as expected I was crushed
Because this broken heart,
,even though I didn't want it to,
Still tried to beat for you.
It was expected that this crippling heart
could not handle love.
So it pumped out black blood
Filled the dark hole that I was already in
And made me drown in the sea of my own mistakes.
It was not expected that you would be there
And saw me, wounded, bruised, broken, scarred, patchy, ugly, exposed.
Freakily, I confessed with bloody heartbeats
That I might be in love with you.
It is not expected, but you stay,
