Diseased Heart

I gave you my heart,

You tore it apart,

Nothing's left to say but good bye,

But I'm not ready to say it.

 

I held on so long

To this...scrap of hope

That maybe, just maybe

One day you'd say it back.

Our dreams would come true,

Fireworks would blast

Red, white, and blue.

Just like a Hollywood scene,

Hardly any space inbetween

Us as you kissed my lips, whispering softly:

"I love you too."

 

Well, my bubble pops,

The fantasy gone.

Replaced by the cruel reality of your silent lips,

Never saying what I want to hear.

Only, "I'm so sorry dear".

I try to wave the smoke and mirrors away.

These sick delutions are killing me,

A disease without a cure,

We both knew your intentions were never pure.

I'm always here,

Right where you want me,

But you're always at arms length.

 

It's just so sad that I gave you my heart,

You tore it apart.

Nothing left to say but good bye,

But I'm not ready to say it.

 

I see everyone around me,

I see this relationship isn't normal.

It's not healthy but I don't have the antiobiotics to get better.

I like this disease,

This thing killing me.

You're my gateway drug,

I'm your paying customer.

I'm here when you want me,

You make sure I'm gone when you don't.

I'm like a fish to a lure,

Tricked into a false reality you can't help but bite at.

 

S**t.

 

I can't believe I gave you my heart,

I'm sure you loved to tear it apart.

There's nothing left to say but good bye,

Well my bags are packed and I'm ready to say it.

 

Now I'm gone, and I was always there,

Right where you wanted me,

That was never fair.

I found the cure to my sick, sick disease.

It was of my own design: Strength, Faith, and Will.

It was all inside here,

I just needed to see the scan of my poor diseased heart,

Never again to be torn apart.