I was broken and I thought
You were an angel,
Sent from Heaven to heal me.
You did for a time, but
It's difficult for someone
Who hasn't got a heart to love,
Isn't it?
My words fly at you like lightning,
Cruel and biting,
As rapid as blows.
My anger keeps me fueled,
Each word a knife that tears
My own wound wider.
You protest with a grace and wit
That only you have,
And that is as dangerous,
As my fury. With one simple word
My world, my hope
Is destroyed
"Friends?"
My tears fall as softly
As flower petals in a breeze.
No one knows, especially
You and your games
If you're lucky you won't
Find someone else
To destroy.
I don't hate you.
I don't love you, either.
These feelings strike as
Swift as lightning and
Are gone just as fast.
Why can't I hate you?
I try and try, but fail.
Like flowers, your pretty words
Draw me closer, but not in.
I am not a fool. I won't fall
For that empty smile again.
My non-existent life is
Stuck, in a void that
I cannot fill by myself.
My heart is missing,
Or broken, shattered.
I'm tired of being used
Or being ignored and hurt.
Just leave me be and
Let me heal my
Imaginary heart.
Just let me be a
Nobody again.