My Heart Bleeds No More

You’ve been doing voodoo on my heart again,
I can tell by the pain.
I’ve done enough crying over you,
Now it’s time to be strong.
You were my weakness:
Best friend, lover,
And I handed you my heart on a silver platter.
“Do with it, what you will.”
Well, you may still keep it wrapped in velvet,
But now it feels torn, stepped on and beat up,
Safety pinned back together and neglected.
Left to rot.
(I may not have been the best at times,
but do I really deserve this?)

I’m done being weak.
My eyes are done crying,
My heart is all bled out.

Were you honestly expecting me to be okay with this?

(You say we’ve hit another rough patch,
that we’ll pull through like always.
But things have changed now,
And I don’t know if we can be patched back together this time.)