How

you thought you knew what's best so you cut a sore in my chest the choice was mine to make instead you put my heart through a stake it's too late to reverse it now you asked for shame I asked you how? how could you block my heart from someone already worlds apart? how can you decide what's best for me when I live in another reality they say that sores will heal with time but that may not be true for everyone the sword you pierced my heart with soaked in poison only blackens my heart of mine you asked me how I feel I only questioned how this could be real you wanted my apology but all you got from me is a heart black and cold ripped by you for being bold and all I'm left with now are fragments of a heart and the question how?