Like picking the petals off a rose,
he picks off the few layers of my heart.
And he doesn’t know the damage that he’s doing to me.
He does it without thinking,
he stares at me with large, empty, dark eyes.
They grow soft when he sees me upset, and hard when he’s angry with me.
But every other time they are cold and lifeless.
He is cold and lifeless, if I live any longer in his icey heart, I will freeze.
He isn’t good for me and that just makes me want him more.
When he held me so close to his unhumanly still body,
I felt like I finaly fit and I never wanted to let go,
but I know that I have to let go,
but the thing is
I don’t want to let go.