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Once,
You held my heart in your hands. But it wasn't enough; You wanted it all. I loved you then; and relutantly gave it, fragile as it was. And in your hands, my heart, oh did it sing. Such joy I knew as never before. Blind in my happiness, carelessly in love. I was a fool. For I did not see it coming, that moment, When you visciously ripped it in half. And with that, you wallked away without a word. Without even a backward glance. I cried. Until I was empty; No tears, no heart, nothing. But I want it back you son of a bitch. Did you throw it away? Or did you keep it to laugh at. I really don't care but I want my heart back. I am tired of this emptiness, But bitterness has made me strong. So watch your back, because I'm coming. And I don't love you anymore. Julie -May 14, 1997 |
