Playing Hearts With Me.

And tonight I’m sitting in my room

While my friends are wondering what to do

With me.

You were a heart collector, placin’ them like trophies

On top of your bar,

I wish I knew,  I’ld have never let you play hearts

With me.

You were a ball of regrets,

But I was waiting on the rare moments

When you  gave me happiness,

I forgot who I was, never knew who you are or

That you were not meant to be

With me.

You made me live a double life,

One was wondering what’s happening,

One was half alive,

I waited too long on a phone call,

That would have lit fireworks in my eyes

But you chose the cold side of otherwise.

Sometimes I cant help wondering,

If you still are as important, to someone, as you were to me,

I hope you are.

You still are a pretty person that one can’t trust too far,

Chasing my heart, Dancing with my heart,

Running away to place it as another trophy on your bar,

While I was wishing you’d run away,

With me.

You weren’t close to what I wished you’d be

But I never complained cuz then I never wanted anyone else,

You did well with the few scars wherever you got a chance to leave,

I can tell what it felt, leaning in to kiss u, with a smile,

But I can also sketch down the hurt and disappointment,

You gifted me everyday wishing id have never succumbed to your lies.

What’d I do, I still don’t know honestly,

If you again decide to play hearts

With me.