but everyone kisses
the wrong person
once in a while.
(sjb)

That I'm severely damaged and I want you to help,
Without coming across like I need you.

The thought of loving again sends trembles down my soul
Breaking it down
Like earthquakes destroying homes
My love is as precious as gold
But I find that at a cheap price
It is always sold

I guess I'm a hopeless romantic
And when my love is thrown in my face
I become frantic
I can't have it
Its just madness
When gold is treated just like plastic

Set on fire
The flames burst
The deepest cut in my heart
Is from the one I loved first
My heart died when he left me
And my body is the hearse
He trampled all over my heart
Left me so hurt
I don't know why I get so attached
Surely I must be cursed

I hope you are happy knowing that while you date her I'm over here trying to piece myself back together.

You seem perfectly capable forgetting all the hearts you have clawed your way into just to tear it to pieces from the inside.

I hope she does the same to you. I hope you fall head over heals in love with her just so she can tear out your heart and cut off your head. I hope you finally feel the pain you have caused on so many others.

I hope you know I am happy imagining you trying to piece yourself back together while she goes on and dates someone new.

You didn't even realize what had just happened. You were in shock, because this must be some sick joke, he must have (no he did) take one of his silly pranks too far. Then you muster the courage to look in his eyes. This isn't a joke. You wonder what you did wrong, why can't you hold back the dumb tears. You leave before he gets the chance to say those five cliché words: it's not you it's me.