My heart is a haunted house
filled with dead souls of lovers and friends
who told me they'd be with me
until the very end
but what they didn't know
is that I've cut the ties
because I have no more time for them
or their lies
I wish I could say you healed me
but that's not guaranteed
because your favorite thing to do
is make me bleed
it's not exactly fair
that I have to try and compare
to some "perfect girl"
but hey, I'll give it a whirl
because my heart may be a haunted house
but I'm a lively flower
however
I am dying slowly by the hour.
{m.w}