you were always there
you'd speak such soft, lovely words,
that my gullible heart had no choice but to fall
it wanted to stay, it wishes it could,
but those promises of love you made to it,
you could never keep.
so now, my heart lies in your hands, broken and shattered pieces,
but now, the pieces could never cut your cold and harsh skin,
matching with your harsh words to me like i was nothing,
everything you've said to me until now, seemed like a dream.
a dream, that I,
wasn't prepared to wake up from.
so now, i must hold my own heart.
my hands, are not like yours,
they're soft and fragile and weak,
and the heavy broken heart is too much for them.