Twisted Heart

It's hard for me to understand the difference between infatuation and love.

Between desire, obsession and lust.

All those feelings I learned the hard way not to trust.

But they call to me like a song from the deep.

It awakens something in me that I thought was asleep.

But I was burned in a way that leaves a deep scar.

I used to cry,

Why use me?

Why use me?

With no real answer you could give.

My walls crashed down, how I became lost trying to be found.

It angered me, how I screamed at you, still you stabbed me where it hurt.

You said I love you, I love you, those words you knew would make me weak.

You said them fully with your chest but moved quietly with deceit.

Your touch was gentle and healing when you wanted it to be.

You kissed me like the world was gone, and it was only me who mattered in your arms.

Yet you would kiss anyone who asked that of you, you passed yourself down like bottles of wine.

Letting anyone get drunk off your ego at any time.

Yes because you were selfish but I loved you more for it like a fool.

But I took all of it back and no I will not ever look at you the same.

No I do not want your twisted love ever again.