You open your hands to me
they encase a *****, banged up,
pitiful excuse of a heart
and piece by piece I steal it from you.
"You love me right?"
I'm just a parasite looking for validation.
Making sure that you're still going to
feed me.
You see through my deception
But you don't say anything.
It's bigger than an elephant,
this phantom in the room.
But while I was feeding off of your love,
You were bingeing
on mine.
You love to love
And I guess even the empath
does not have the "heart" to put
those pieces back.
The ones that you took with my
false consent.
Because I told you
you could.
That I made you think it was fine.
That all you'd ever need was me.
While I tried to trick you into satisfying my
craving for an emotional connection
I forgot my gasoline.
and without the fire to protect my soft heart
you walked in and ripped it out of my
chest.
As I had barely felt anything there
for years,
I didn't notice it was missing.
Until I left you.
Like a child leaving an overworked
toy in the mud.
We went different ways
you took my heart with you
and I took some loose screws and gears.
When I finally realized what you had done,
I looked back down the path that I had left you on
and you had disappeared
with everything I had.
Hm
Pov switch in this one. People tell me it's a good idea to look at things from the other persons perspective, so here it is.