My Fault

They always say,
‘You’re so precious,  
I don’t want to hurt you...’
Funny enough,  
that’s what they always seem to do.
 
I push my pen with a heart
so heavy. I want to cry so
fcking bad but my pride won’t let me.

Ladies reach a certain age where
they feel they’re too damn good to cry.
But this feeling, has me ready to  
just lay down and die.
 
Put my heart on the line for them,
Though they never asked for that,
It was so easy for me to love them,
I knew they couldn’t love me back.
 
Still I fought you, to embrace you.
I spoon-fed you my deepest feelings,
hoping in return,  
You’d give me some type of healing.
 
I guess my heartache is my fault,
I harbored expectations,
When everyone knows  
that’s the worst thing to do.
You see my heart
 is always seeking for the  
‘I love yous’...
 
Lovesick in the worst way.
Because you had me from the first day.
But then you always ask me  
How I’m not taken  
It because I’m prone to having  
my world shaken,
my love taken,
It’s heart breaking.
My hearts broken.
Once again.