I let you in and gave you the keys to my heart, freedom to roam around and see everything.
You tore it to shreds, made a mess out of the place and left.
Now I’m stuck here picking up the pieces of this shattered home and all it wants is for you to come back.
Willing to forgive and pretend that nothing happened, it will hide the scars that you left and ignore all the pain.
How pathetic it is, not being able to let go when you clearly have.
How it aches for you, and would give everything for you.
It saddens me to see it in so much pain, but it doesn’t seem to affect you in anyway.
Broken, it still beats for you, wishes for you on the first star of every night, at ever 11:11, in every well.
How it prays that you will realize what you left behind.  
The heart wants what it wants, and there is nothing I can do to change that for better or for worse.