My imploding heart
My imploding heart
The freaks come out at night yet it seems she broke my heart by dawn...a smile from your face so fake yet its the one I have won whispers of lies into my ear since this fake love has sprung to life we started of with a push as if from a spring... mountains of emotions we over came a sea of haters we saw and upon it we still held hands and ran until it came... final destruction a few steps in not yet even a smooth introduction whispers of hate I thought were whispers of love ...showers of bullets u aimed at my heart I thought u just wanted my love...so much anger built up inside me I fell like I'm about to explode ... lucks on your side tho cuz even tho my heart u have caused to implode with the magnitude of ur hate that u disguised as love cuz if u didn't hate me y would u do something so extreme to the one that u loved...I cared for u as if u were a queen u treated me as a disowned servant no communication ...are u kidding me without that a relationship is worthless so this is an ode written for our final farewell I bid u good tidings and it seems that for me my wish really didn't come true ...it seems like the quarter I tossed in that wishing well...u tossed my heart and "shoot it up" as it fell...yet I feel sorry for u cuz u have always been heartless from the start...however u may have broken my heart but this soul I'll never part...here I believe u shall keep this work of art cuz I made this for u with the blood from my heart I used it as my ink...thank u God for tearing us apart...u saved my future and turned it from utter decay and sure ruin to a much higher place now that I have experienced part one of ruin...my vistas now clear nothings in my way prospects now ill dissect bye bye haters i aint fall yet and if I did I wouldn't stay down so u are now free to watch the show gather around this us my time this is my now so u can all join hands just marvel at me now
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