I've left you messages.
I've called you only about
A billion times.
Cause I need to yell at you.
I need to punch you
Square in the face
For making me the girl
That cries over a broken heart.
Cause, no.
I'm not mad you broke my heart.
I knew it would happen,
Everything I've read and seen,
Told me it would.
So, I can't be mad.
Cause I heard the sirens,
And I ignored its sound.
And, I saw the signs
But, I chose to look away.
So, I can't be mad at you
Cause even though I knew
It was wrong,
I didn't stop you.
No, I helped you.
Yes, it's cause you had me fooled,
But, I can't blame you for that.
Cause the first day we met,
I let you wrap
Your long, pretty fingers
Over my strings and tear them
Like I was the villain you hated.
I let you play me
And consequently break me
Just like you knew I would.
So, no.
I'm not mad at you
For breaking my heart
Like the stereo in your car.
But, lord, do I hate you
For breaking my heart
After forcing it away from me.
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Fragments Of A Broken Mind
PoetryJust a collaboration of all my poetry. They're all pretty sad, though. So, if you're looking for something to cheer you up, this ain't it. Don't forget to leave your feedback :)) And vote, please. Helps me know you liked it. And I'm kinda insecure...
