Sometimes, the people you love the most, hurt you in ways unimaginable
The people who you hand your heart over to, rip it apart in tiny little pieces and throw it back at you
The same people, for who your heart beats, would make it bleed
The people, who we try so hard to make happy, make you cry tears of blood
I’d give up everything for that person, but they wouldn’t care about you, not even a bit
For them, you’re some toy to play with, and once you’re done with, they throw you away
You’re nothing but an old rag for them
They will knowingly or unknowingly go through great extremes, just to make sure you’re hurt
But, no matter how much they hurt you
You know that deep down your love for them is never gone.
Funky Poet 