My hands shake, filled with anxiety.

My heart is drained of blood into your hands which you just wash off .

My eyes water like a beautiful river full of koi.

Pain.

Your eyes never seem to lock with mine nowadays.

Your hands never reach out  to grip mine nowadays.

Your heart does not seem to focus on me; anymore.

Hurt.

You walk towards me but you tend to get farther away from my grasp.

You smile but I see that you just want the best for me.

The bracelet that shows our love seems to weaken at the yarn.

Why?

My smile disappears like a magic show trick that you perform.

My happiness is like  a mask that you put on for the audience.

My heart hurts, but it only wants you.

Cry.

I made you love me; didn’t I?

I made you addicted; didn’t I?

You never loved me; isn’t that right?

Anger.

Your sword seems to pierce me worse than the first time you said “I love you”

Your bow seems aimed at my heart, but not for the right reason.

You are not cupid, you are the devil.

Help.

You sold my heart like it was a unwanted piece of trash at a yard sell

You tortured my mind thinking that you loved me as much as I love you.

“I love you” 

Because of that I don’t know what it was like to be free from your hands.

Because of that I don't know what my heart beats for anymore.

Because of that I am like a broken vase that can not be fixed.

Broken.