You take my heart.
No
I give it to you.
I expect you to treat it like your own, instead,
you treat it like a toy.
Leaving it on the floor,
throwing it around the room,
like it's made of plastic.
But it's not.
It's fragile, like me, ready to break at any moment.
I trusted you.
I depended on you.
I loved you.
Now I wish I didn't.
I was like vines on a wall.
Stuck to you,
apart of you.
You stand there gripping me,
ripping me off you.
Like a disease you want nothing to do with me.
Maybe it was my own doing.
I asked for too much?
I loved you too hard?
I was around too long?
Whatever it was,
the excitement went away
after knowing you reeled me in.
Nothing to want,
nothing to chase.
What was the point?
You had it all- all of me.
