Don't tell me what we had was love.
Love doesn't quit like you did.

I said I'm sorry a million times,
and still you refuse to come around.
Tossing aside what we had
and could have had
all because your **** stubbornness won't let go.
What more do you want from me?
I give you my heart bold and true,
and a promise of commitment just for you.  
But not even that is good enough.
So I'm left with a broken heart
trying to figure out what to do.
Hoping somewhere out there I will find someone else like you.

I tried to give you the absolute best in this world.
To show you the beauty in the darkness
and pretend that we were in the light.
But I quickly had to remember where we stood.
So along with our perfection there lied jagged edges.
Sharp points that still cut,
opening scars that never truly healed.
With showing you what was right in this world
I also showed you what was wrong.
I'm sorry I was both.

I like how you can casually go back to your normal life
while I struggle with mine.
I incorporated you into every facet of my being,
so when you decided to leave,
something is now missing in every person I see and everything I do.

But you never took me into your circle,
so when you're out in the world you never feel my absence,
and you planned it so you'll never have to.

Go ahead and keep trying to hurt me.
Listen to lies of who you think I am
and let the Devil inside.
But just remember I hold the secrets to who you are,
and I know the truth of all your *******.

Where is the boy I learned to love?
The one who promised me the moon and the stars,
and never a day without the sun?
Where is the boy who accepted my faults?
Who learned to look past my imperfections,
and see the beauty in my scars.
Where is the boy who never gave up a fight?
Who forced me to solve our problems before I even realized we had any.
Where is the boy who wasn't afraid of the world?
The one who would scream "I love you"
and not care who was around to hear it.
Where is the boy who saw our forever?
The one who knew the greatness we had together
and wanted to live it out to the fullest.
Where is that boy?
Because he is not here,
and I'm not sure he ever was.

I have never been so hurt in my life.
Betrayed and torn open by the one who I love and who I thought loved me.
Yet within our darkest times our brightest colors shine.
You bled dark hues of black and blue
dripping onto me your guilt, fear, and frustration
and painting over everything I tried to be for you.
Marking me with words like "cheater" and "villain."
All the while walking away a blank canvas for someone else to try and paint.
Actions speak louder than words,
and although your tongue constantly whispered "I love you,"
your idleness screams "I don't."