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You Have My Heart in Your Hands, But I Guess I Don't Need it Anymore

I hate you for making me feel like this


And for everything you’ve done

After all those empty promises



I still thought you were the one


All the tears I’ve cried at night
Have been a waste of life



Slowly I was losing sight

And didn’t catch the knife
entering my back



Went straight through




And everything went black



You had my heart in your hands





And you laughed in my face

You said I wouldn’t understand,



That I was a waste of space



Told me I didn’t need a heart anymore

Said I didn’t have one anyway


And then you walked out the door



I didn’t ask you to stay


I never called out your name



I knew you were wrong




Why should I take all the blame?


Sing your own sad song



You should be the heartless one






It’s been you all along



Slowly I mislead you



And you never saw the knife go through




I had your heart in my hands




And I laughed at you bleedin’



I whispered, “I knew you’d understand
Because now we’re both even”



I dropped your heart on the floor







You begged me to stay



But I walked out the door,









Smiling away



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