Broken Hearted Dream

Your kiss.
Your voice.
Your warm embrace.

They were a lie,
They were a fake,
They broke my heart in every way.

You lied to my face,
Lied about us.
Said that you loved me,
But could never see.
How much I loved you.

Now my heart is broken,
But I cannot feel the pain.

That is better, right?
To not remember you?
And all those things you said?
Or is it worse?
To not be able to feel you?

I wish I could hate you,
Wish I could want you dead.
But if you die,
So does the rest of my heart.

It doesn't matter that you broke me,
Doesn't matter that you lied,
Because for some stupid reason, you see,
I'll still love you.

Do I wish you hadn't hated me?
Of course.

But that is something I cannot think about.
For it is fake.
A fairy tale.
A broken hearted dream.