I would miss the old you,
if it weren’t for the constant broken love.

The kind of love,
pieced together like a puzzle.

I regret letting you in,
because kissing you was dangerous.

Your lips were a drug,
i couldn’t stop taking.

My heart was a toy,
you couldn’t stop breaking.

My hope was a life,
you couldn’t stop faking.

I can’t help but wonder,
why you helped save me,

but break me at the same time.