I cared

It is what it is turns out it wasn't what it was at all.
     I gave you my all, I took the broken pieces of me, shoved them into the barrel of a gun and handed it to you, expecting you to keep it on safety, safely locked away put up high so no wandering hands could touch it. Grab it and fire it through the atmosphere because some say a supernova shines bright before it explodes I say I will shine bright after you exploit my soul. You handed that gun to the devil and said keep this safe, because you wanted to believe you were doing something good for me, but just as Satan deceives you keep your naive nose stuck in there air so your eyes don’t have to look at the mess you've left here.
     See I don’t get hurt easy, I tend to keep people at a distance, using a hot iron stick as a defense. I built a wired fence around my heart and it constricted, stabbing me exactly 87 times before the pain got bad enough for me to block it out. So when you tell me you hate me, when you tell me how much better of a FUCK she was than me. When you say you never really loved me. … I can look at you square in the shoulder because you don’t deserve my eyes meeting yours. And say. Yeah…well your dick is small. And if you consider me less pure after you've touched me, maybe you should wash your hands.
   When you let her take that gun from the devils hands, and shoot it straight through my shattered soul, the jokes on you, because I may have cared, I may have fucking loved you, I defended you more times than you know, I was there when you cried, I was there when you were a dick, I was there. She wont be, she doesn't know your favorite song, or when your mothers birthday is, or how your brother annoys you to the point of boiling blood, but you still want to save him. Because she doesn't care. I cared.