Break

I hate the way you talk to me like you didn't break me The way you pull me close and whisper your spells Your hands hold me warm but your nails dig deep My arms are marked with my decay Like my grave I will stay Buried alive in a shallow grave I weep I hate you with the fire that once burned for you I let the fire burn at my arms and legs I let the fire feed at my soul The papers I write The life I had before you. I hate you in a way that isn't hate I love you and it feeds to the hate I burry out the heart I kept for you I let it shine with the clean water I pour over it I let myself shine for you My smile My laugh You heard me once You smiled once Every good thing would come to an end You didn't hear me And I didn't hear the dishonesty I still smile I still break