To my desire,
My heart is ripping at the seams,
ready to explode
with all this unrequited love that I feel for you.
You abuse my emotions,
like a child with a shiny new toy.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
but they never said that it meant
weeping silent tears
and yearning for your touch against my cold skin.
You say that you're better off alone,
so why must you string me along by my last thread
as if you even care?
I wish you could slip inside my soul
so you could feel my heart's bruises
and realize that every single one of them
was caused by you.
-That One Girl You Know