What is wrong with My Heart?
What is wrong with me?
Did I receive a defective heart?
Because it seems like everytime
I start to like
I start to trust
be comfortable
Love
It rips me apart
I hate how I love
So easily so quick
Yet the result is that I end up
Alive and deathly Sick
So innocent and true
But then I end up alone
Blue
Afterwards
I tell Myself
Time and Time again
You’re moving too fast
To easily to be grasp
By the next person I thought had genuine interest in me
And yet why can’t I get used to this pain
I know why
Because my dumb naive heart is on my sleeve
not safe within my brain
What is wrong with my heart?
It seems to run me
I hate to the core how I can be quite a dummy
I need that affection and I crave that high
when the person I start to fall for
Looks me in my eye
My emotions have me by a spiked collar and rusted chain
Slowly driving insane
Because I can not understand myself
To the point it disturbs my health
I can’t sleep, and I can barely think straight
All of this because of my heart
Oh how I hate
It
The fact that i fall for such simple things
I’m dumb and naive
And I can not stand it
What is wrong with my heart?
Why can’t I set it free
From the trap, the cage, the pit
That is Me
I wish I could rip it out
and put it on the shelf
Squeeze it and wring it
of all its nostalgic, romantic, sentimentality
until nothing is left
I pray to be cold at times, I pray to be numb
I pray the day these feelings and emotions
Never Come
I beg to be set free
I want to be the commander of my own self
And set my mind at ease
from doubt, from pain, from rejection
That comes when my heart craves love’s affection
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