An Ex,

someone you've left
perpetually vexed-
heart ripped right
from her poor chest.
Intentions are best,
yet they're still left
feeling like they
are less than the rest.

Part of me cares,
part of me cries,
part of me says
that they were all lies,
that I felt nothing
while watching her eyes,
but I can't act like I planned her demise.

I just want love,
I just want trust.
I want a bond that won't end in rust,
something worth having,
I feel that I must,
but everytime it ends up a bust.

Part of me worries,
part of me wonders,
part of my heart fell apart
when it plundered.
Yeah, it still shakes,
yeah, it still shudders,
but It still hurts from the words
that I've uttered-
from undeserved pain of all my ex lovers.