It's the way you lied to me.
You called me her name.
You listened to me cry as you said it again.
I may be undeserving of a faithful love.
Yet, that hasn't yet stopped me from trying.
Crying over you,
losing sleep,
the yelling,
the arguing.
You say it was my fault.
Where did I go wrong?
I should keep my heart locked within a vault.
Never to be hurt again.
Never to be crushed, broken, or blown to pieces.
My heart isn't property
there are no leases
Perhaps creases,
like an old worn book
read time and time again
bent and distraught
yellowing and tearing
Pages filled with swearing, and caring.
Every time I cried,
Words to document,
I tried.