Break My Heart

I know you break my heart just to see me hurt. It’s so easy for you to hurt me that you don’t even realize that you’re doing it anymore. You break my heart just as easily as your own heart beats. You take my breath away just as easily as you breathe.

Slowly though it’s hurting less. Only when you catch me unawares does it ever really hurt anymore. The walls around the fortress of my heart are tall and thick. But you still are able to find your way through them. I know that you’ll keep hurting me as long as I let you. As long as the walls are not tall enough, as long as the dungeons in the fortress that is my heart are still penetrable, you will hurt me.

I can’t place all the blame on you… I realize that I am partly at fault. If I were a stronger person I’d tell you “No, you can’t do this to me!”… but every time I open my mouth to defend my dignity, the anger dies on my tongue and I simply smile resignedly, and because I do you think that it’s okay to keep treating me like that.

If I were strong I’d say, “Stop. Too many times you’ve called me that. Too many times I’ve let you. Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop!”

But if I say that you’ll leave, and I’ll be left to look after your retreating form in despair… I know you’d leave with my heart. Because I’ve given it to you, and you know it. I gave you my delicate, precious heart and you broke it into a thousand pieces, and I’ll never get them all back.

What you didn’t know is that when I gave you my heart, I kept a small piece to myself. A piece that you’ll never see because you could never bear the pressure of having something so beautiful. It’s the only piece of my heart left, and it’s the only pure piece. It’s hidden in the darkest corner of the dungeons in my heart, and you’ll never get it. It’s the only thing of mine that you will never have.