Break My Little Heart..

Time After Time.. I Try Not to Compare You.. To The Others..
The Ones before You.. That Tried.. To Break Me..
And Make Me.. Into Their Image..
Change Me.. Tried to Show.. Me My So-Called Real Worth..
All The While.. Dragging My Name Through the Dirt..
Jeopardizing.. My Initial Reaction to Love.. And Love Again..
Making It a Sin..
To Love More.. So I Love Less..
So Sorry.. If It Feels Like.. I'm Putting You Through this Test..
See My Heart is Made of Glass.. You Can See Through Me and My Feelings.. The Emotions.. Are So Clear..
And If Showing You.. Wasn't Good Enough.. You Keep.. My Heart.. And Hold It Dear..
Supposedly... Keeping It Near..
Now.. Yes... I Understand That No One is Perfect... And Everyone Makes Mistakes...
But Eventually.. After The First Couple of Times.. You Ripped it to Pieces.. You Finally Drop It.. and It Breaks..
Determined.. with Showing Me.. That You Can Fix.. It.. You Cut Yourself.. Knowing.. The First Cut is Always the Deepest...
And You Don't Want to Treat It..
Too Impelled. To Show Me.. that You Bleed Me..
Need Me.. How..
All You Ever Wanted.. Was Me.. Now..
And All I Ever Wanted.. Was Us.. Forever..
A Better You.. A Better Me.. Somehow.. For The Better... Together..
But What Never Seemed to Work.. Out Was a Better Tomorrow.. So We Worsen.. Today.. Because.. Yesterday.. Couldn't Measure.. To The Happiness.. We Expect..
And So You Suggest..
That We Just Take Baby Steps... Things Slow..
And Before We Go..
Hand in Hand..
You Demand..
My Loyalty.. My Honesty.. My Trust..
Telling.. Me.. That These Things.. If Given.. By Both Parties Equally.. Will Make a Better Us..
When.. All of Those Things.. Has Always.. Been.. There..
Why Would.. I Stop Being Me..
Me.. is What You Like..
What You Love.. What You Got So Used to Each Night..
I Stayed Me.. You Stayed..
Not Knowing.. Who or What..
I Was Getting.. Or Seeing..
I Try to Speak.. The Real You.. Into Existent..
Hoping.. That One.. Day.. They Will Come Visit..
So When You Started Talking About You.. I Listened..
Trying.. To Imagine.. The Vivid.. Pictures.. On How You Do.. YOU..
So Everyday.. Was A Fun Adventure.. Trying.. to Get to Know You..
And After.. A Certain.. Period.. Fun and Games.. Shouldn't Ended..
Serious.. Time. Really Never Began..
So it Never Registered.. To Be More Specific..
To Hear You Talk About.. Love.. Never Really Paid Attention..
To Those You Spoke.. Of or About.. And Now You're A Critic...
Because.. You Want Us to be Different.. Perfect.. The Best to Ever Do It..
And Honestly.. We Never Did it..
Sure Everyone.. Loves.. Everyone is In Like.. Sometimes.. But Can You Honestly.. Find Someone who was In Love.. And Stayed.. to Finish..
So Now.. We're Stuck.. in Love.. With The Thought.. of Love.. at The Realest Hour or Minutes..
Not Knowing.. What to Do.. How To Get Back to Each Other.. You Say.. You Want to Find.. Your Way to Me.. Wanting to Start.. Something.. When We Never Really Ended..
And Through it All.. You Still Have My Heart..
So Now.. I'm Sitting Here.. Chest Open.. Exposed..
I Guess in the End.. I Got What I Deserved..
So Determined.. With Not Getting Hurt.. Stressing.. That I Would Leave You.. Before You Hurt Me..
Honestly.. Blind.. To The Obvious.. Wasn't Hard to See..
That All the While.. I Was Trying.. Not To Let You Get to Close..
I Hurt Me...
I Stayed...
I Prayed..
For a Change...
And Still With No Avail.. I'm Standing.. Here Alone..
With Me...
A Broken.. Heart..
Thinking.. Love.. Will One Day.. Be The Death of Me..
Sighs..