You thought you were a story
In my never ending book
But not even half a chapter
Before you got too hooked
And I’m sorry you got hurt
I really don’t know why?
It comes so natural for me
to manipulate and lie.
My thoughts never seem sinister
And my heart feels in the right place
But I picked you up and held you
With all the care I had
Too soon my arms forgot they were ever even around you.
And you fell like porcelain.
Such a pretty broken doll.