How could you think I never loved you? I gave you my heart and made you my queen. All of that meant nothing to you or at least that’s the way it seemed. Was the problem that I love you too much, gave you too much, wanted your heart to be happy and such? What should I have done different? Should I have made you cry? Maybe you would love me if I made you want to die. I always thought I’d feel bad for not giving a woman enough I never thought Id feel bad for giving a woman my love. You always complain that I don’t love you but how could you think that after all I do. Work my fingers to the bone Id rather do that than be alone. Men cry in the dark and I know that’s hard to believe but the grief on my face is evident when you leave . I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave, the sway of your hips is so sinful to perceive. No one should look that good especially with a heart so cold, how could you be so beautiful but on the inside be so unwhole? You’re a trap set for a fool, created to make men drool but the pain you leave has blood dripping from their heart in pools. No pain is worth this, not even for a sinful kiss. No matter how good you sometimes can make me feel it has nothing on the pain I feel that is so very real. The pain of a shattered heart is too hard to heal. You cry because im leaving you now and not because you love me, cause if you did you would have never placed someone above me. So cry for me now m’love, show me how it feels, when love is replaced with pain that makes it too hard to deal.
