You'll try to pull your heart back together like a piece of art that you got rid of,
And he will kiss you,
Kiss you like he isn't the one holding a gun to your neck whispering the sweet words,
Do it.
And you'll be so happy because you're no longer fighting for him,
But within the weeks your heart will once again feel like he took an iron and placed it there
Telling you,
Here. Hold this for me.
You'll see him around, probably with another girl,
And you'll ache because she's "prettier" then you.
And your friends will do anything to distract you,
Some of them might even say you're better off,
But you'll feel like you're about to throw up at the thought of that.
Because you're holding so tightly to your heart because you feel it might fall out of your chest if you let go.
You’ll hold the duvet over your head,
Afraid of what you might see if you let it go.
Afraid he might be gone again.
And he'll come back, telling you the wonderful words,
I still love you.
And you'll break at the thought of him leaving again.
But you'll give him your heart wholeheartedly because you love him.
But he doesn't,
Soon you'll realize the game being played,
But you won't care.
It'll come to you late at night sometimes,
The nights when he's "loving" someone else.
And it will hurt like hell,
And you’ll claim that you’re done
And one day you will be
But as of now you haven’t been.
But I’ve always been one to surprise people.