To love Is to expose yourself Wholeheartedly To heartbreak.
To bring someone into your heart And trust them Not to rip it to shreds.
To reserve a little space In your mind and thoughts For that human being Who impressed you Told you they Loved you Showed you affection.
Destruction is
For that person To say they never liked you For them to take Your exposure And abuse it.
Even though you trusted them And brought them into you like A counterpart Of your heart They rip you to shreds inside.
They take that reserved parking spot That you cleared for them And they graffiti it, And burn it up And then leave
Leave you a trembling Crying mess Who just wants to know what they did Wrong. And when you finally find out, Its not good enough
Because even though the reason Is not a real reason They still hurt you And you can't hate them
Because inside, you are cleaning up that Graffiti they drew And those scorch marks they burned And you just Can't Hate them. You can't.
Because despite everything, You are still holding out hope that They might come back And apologize.
For the first time in my life, I don't want anyone to ask me what's wrong. I just want to pretend that none of it happened-that it was all a bad dream. But every morning, I know I will wake up and remember it really happened. God help me.