You Pop My Heart With Bad Air

Air is used for helping blow Up balloons so they can grow Into something beautiful Pretty and so colorful Like love should be when you find The love always on your mind Which is not the case for me You just cause me misery The air surrounding me is stale Your love is an epic fail That just breathes a lot of air Of gloom, darkness and despair There is nothing really pretty Of marks that you leave on me Symbols of a love gone bad This is not the love we had Colors no longer exist Black and blue from your fist That leave me wondering why You would want to make me cry Balloons blow up every day But too much force will take away Their beauty as they go pop Like you did with my poor heart Forcing way too much power On it causing the horror Of it blowing up from the Anger and brutality That you daily are displaying And I am the one who's paying As this air of meanness spreads Messing with my heart and head