The broken parts

I had to draw blood from my own body just show you I was willing to lay down my life for you.
This action lead to you seeing me in a different light.
You thought I was crazy cause I gave you exactly what you asked for.
I didn't know you would let me bleed out from the constant arguments.  
I tried not play the blame game but you made it far too easy not to.
I wrote a love letter to show you how one person can take so much with no return of affection at all.
Yet you sit & ask "what happened to me.
You've taken no accountability for the way you misused my intense love for you.  
 (Well put together with broken pieces)