The scars on your arm remind me of us;
Faded, once painful, and heartbreaking.
I made a home in your heart,
You made a bomb shelter in mine;
Expecting me to be your heroine, the one to keep you alive.
"It's not as bad as you see it, just look up and open those beautiful brown eyes of yours", I would say.
But all you did was sew them shut and cry on me.
I was there for you--I truly loved you,
But I found out all of your tears, all of your heartbreak was a lie.
A tool to get what you wanted.
I feel so manipulated, so stupid;
The euphoria of being "loved" blinded me to all of the warning signs everyone saw.
Although I'm gone now, and although you broke my heart,
I forgive you.
I still love you, just not ever the same way again.
Because, from what you did to me, I learned that "all that glitters is not gold."?