All my time invested in you,
Seems to have come to a waste.
The endless words that parted from my lips,
Slipped into the air like mist.
My heart gave you all my love,
And you crushed it like a hurricane,
Ripping from its place.
I suppose your I love you,
Was never met for my ears to hear,
But hers instead,
Considering you look at her,
Like she’s a beautiful gem in a field of coal.
I should’ve been treated better I guess,
But I had assumed that’s what you call “teenage love” these days.
Now you stare at me as if I was black smoke,
Endangering your lungs,
With every breath you take.
Yet,
I am trying to fix myself,
Because no one else will care to fix me,
For you can only be your own hero.
So I guess I’m a martyr now,
Since your loved killed me once,
And I’ve been warning every one of the dangers,
And the exploding passion,
Of the love we all want.