BROKEN

You break me like its your favorite thing to do,
Then you miss me like your favorite alcohol,
Only to stomp on my beautiful heart like you’re paid to,
But then again I keep hoping like you’d change,
Waiting like you won’t leave again,
Holding on like you won’t just disappear again,
It hurts to wait for you when there’s nothing to look forward to,
But then again my heart seems to beat for you,
Even when the ground is the new cushion for my soul.
You should understand,
That maybe I’m too broken,
Too fragile,
Too lost to hope.
Funny how life plays it’s cards like a pro,
But you’re not life,
You’re the stench of death that keeps attracting me,
Like I haven’t  been dead in forever.led.