You broke open my ribs,
and pulled out my heart,
flattened it out,
and sold it for cheap.
Now, like a slave,
it marches in time
with all the other broken hearts,
who lost their own fights.
Why does she deserve you more than I do?
Why is she so much better than me?
Why does she get to call you hers?
It makes me so sad
and so angry
and I feel pathetic
and stupid
all at one time.
My emotions are in a bottle
and I want to throw them away.
I want to open it up
and let them float free.
I want to yell at you
that she's not right,
that she can't make you smile like I do.
But I keep it inside
because I'm scared that you won't see it.
I'm scared that it's all been a lie.
Is that what's been going on?
Have I been lying to myself?
Maybe I'm just holding on too hard.
I don't know what to think anymore.
I'm not sure what to do.
I just want to hold your hand,
and I want to be with you.
Do you miss me? I can't tell.
Give me a hint.
Please. Give me anything.
A secret smile,
a sweet gesture.
Anything
just to keep me going for a while.
I don't want to get off this ride,
but I'm hanging onto the framework.
She belongs here.
Not me.
It's time to give up, I think.
It's time to walk away.
I've lost this fight.
You won't be mine; not today.
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 6:33 PM UTC
You broke open my ribs,
and pulled out my heart,
flattened it out,
and sold it for cheap.
Now, like a slave,
it marches in time
with all the other broken hearts,
who lost their own fights.
Why does she deserve you more than I do?
Why is she so much better than me?
Why does she get to call you hers?
It makes me so sad
and so angry
and I feel pathetic
and stupid
all at one time.
My emotions are in a bottle
and I want to throw them away.
I want to open it up
and let them float free.
I want to yell at you
that she's not right,
that she can't make you smile like I do.
But I keep it inside
because I'm scared that you won't see it.
I'm scared that it's all been a lie.
Is that what's been going on?
Have I been lying to myself?
Maybe I'm just holding on too hard.
I don't know what to think anymore.
I'm not sure what to do.
I just want to hold your hand,
and I want to be with you.
Do you miss me? I can't tell.
Give me a hint.
Please. Give me anything.
A secret smile,
a sweet gesture.
Anything
just to keep me going for a while.
I don't want to get off this ride,
but I'm hanging onto the framework.
She belongs here.
Not me.
It's time to give up, I think.
It's time to walk away.
I've lost this fight.
You won't be mine; not today.
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