Possession

My love for him was like a red, red rose.
My love for him was like swiss cheese,
too many holes and not the best thing for me.
There was too much distance between us from time to time.
Too many things remained to be seen, like an open window to my dreams. I thought he knew me.
A key to heart
my love for him aged,
as a year old rose.
As he changed, I didn't though.
The rose died long ago,
as my heart went cold;
too much pain in its hold.
I love him no more,
for I madeit a chore
to be dragged around
by a ball and chain.
These rhings I wish I could change, regret clouds my mind.
I never should have let him in.
You loved me,
but now I hate you 'cause now I see you in your true colors.
I'm here to take back what was once mine, but I can't fix the damage you've done, the hurt you've left behind when you left.