you wanted to be better. so you threw yourself aimlessly at anything that looked halfway like her. and honey i'm sure you felt them all tearing at the very core of whatever it is that makes you who you are. you're pulled every which way until the only direction that you know is pain. they beg, always hungry for more and eventually you become a walking apology because they make you believe you can't ever satisfy them. you wear her heart around your neck and i'm sure that heart doesn't always represent the same girl. you love endlessly and fully and in return you get pull, ripped on, until the best part of you no longer exist. but remember...
you want to be better.
so next time you'll pore yourself out more.
you'll stay up later to talk to her while she falls to pieces in front of you.
you will blame yourself for the choices that they made
and you will continue to shatter yourself in hopes that some day giving everyone else a piece of you will make you feel halfway whole.
maybe some day you'll understand that giving the best parts of you away only changes you for the worse my love. and just like everyone else begs you to give them something, i'm begging you to rid yourself of her; for she will be the one that takes that heart from your neck and turns it to hell and i'm afraid you won't ever be the same again...