he takes a piece of me everytime he goes
i dont like sharing but its her turn i suppose
i never know whether he will return
if he waits too long that desire of his may burn

he always leaves and will never change
though its my life ive rearranged
he builds me up just to cut me down
i dream of the day i will be found

aluminum may be metal
but it can be damaged by a fly
he wouldnt understand that
for he is a typical guy

perhaps its the idea of him that keeps me alive
but someday ill know what it means for love to thrive
i can feel him under my skin as though he were a parasite
but then i discover that its me living off of his life

he visits me in my most vulnerable state
for, in my dreams, i see nothing but his face
i often wonder if he feels the same

does he have a heart that beats beneath that chest?
shockingly, its my fantasies that make me depressed
always fake and never real
but ill be fine, its not a big deal

physically remaining resistant
but subconsiously wanting another dose
always trying to stay so distant,
while underestimating my urge to be close

if the wall comes down will the city flood?
would he rip out my heart like i know he could?
but all of these words shall remain unspoken,
since i am, once again, broken