An Ex,

someone you've left perpetually vexed- heart ripped right from her poor chest. Intentions are best, yet they're still left feeling like they are less than the rest. Part of me cares, part of me cries, part of me says that they were all lies, that I felt nothing while watching her eyes, but I can't act like I planned her demise. I just want love, I just want trust. I want a bond that won't end in rust, something worth having, I feel that I must, but everytime it ends up a bust. Part of me worries, part of me wonders, part of my heart fell apart when it plundered. Yeah, it still shakes, yeah, it still shudders, but It still hurts from the words that I've uttered- from undeserved pain of all my ex lovers.