Why do you give your heart
to the ones who carelessly drop them?
Why do you give your heart
to the ones who engrave their name,
scaring it with memories
and then leave it deserted?
Why do you give your happiness
to the ones who leech it out of your life?
Why do you root yourself into their
hearts, intertwining with them emotionally so quickly?
You know better than
to let them wound you.
But I don't know who they
are unless I give them.
