Pain shoots through my chest.
It's said a heart breaking sounds like guitars strings snapping.
That said, I don't think she heard mine.
When I opened up. Said I was not a toy.
Told her the depths of my mind.
But she told me that love was not on her mind,
That attachment was not that which she was currently seeking to find.
And like a fool I believed.
I fell clumsily into the web of emotion I had weaved.
She stabbed me where it truly hurts the most.
Because about my thick armor I may boast,
Without it, before a blade I'm toast.
So through a twist of fate so cruel,
I truly do become a fool.
And this fool who feels so dumb...
Once again becomes truly...