Heartbreak Diaries...
Loves a war, brace your self for the things your about to see
Tombstones and tragedies, laced in love poems for casualties
Alone sitting doubtfully, On a chair, writing in a bullet proof vest
Soon to protect, my chest from the words she tosses like bullets
....leaving wounds to reflect,
The time we shared, so many hours wasted in those eyes I've stared.
A timeless stare, spent trying to convince myself in my mind she cared
But I was mindless there, It was stupid of me to really think, she has
feelings when
I could drive cupids arrows into her chest and she probably wouldn't
feel a thing
Not the type to wear a ring; she's a black hearted medusa, who's just
out to harm me
With venom on her tongue, and words with the power of a thousand armies
Crazy? Partially. Her being is harmfully, attempting to ring my neck
There's no playing your cards right with this joker,
......she rigged the deck
And I'll take back the things I said, pick apart what was spoken
While harmfully frozen, by ice hearts that were broken
I'm not joking, I'll throw up the white flag, because sure enough
Even through the gore and blood, I've never once truly hated you
.....I was just fighting a war in love.
And there comes a time, when every man - becomes that guy
Who invests his heart.....just to find out that loves a lie
Just another maybe another time - she'll shrug her shoulders
Until your love is over, In pieces, rock bottom; like being crushed
with boulders
She got infantry times infinite; A dozen soldiers. She'll end your life
and laugh
As you attempt to hide your past, behind an emotionless iron mask
And I'll take back the things I said, pick apart what was spoken
While harmfully frozen, by ice hearts that were broken
I'm not joking, I'll throw up the white flag, because sure enough
Even through the gore and blood, I've never once truly hated you
.....I was just fighting a war in love.
The ability to feel is no longer there, but I still believe deep down that you care,
I resent sympathy even though it's everywhere... all my dreams bleed out through your tears.
Enemies of yours are now friends of mine, because they share the very same scars as I,
and my family pretends that your not alive, otherwise they'd wear your heart as a tie.
The promises you've made starve in the trash, along with those memories from our past,
bandages wrapped around this large gash, covering the spot where I had my soul stashed.
Nevermind the welts on my wrist, they'll just remind me that you really do exist,
every night, you helped with a kiss -- and now I try not to cry as your sleeping with my friends.
If ignorance is bliss, than what should I do...
when in the mirror is a kid who would die for you!
Alcohol and prescriptions on the table, emptying them every night as long as I'm able,
lost magazine subscriptions and cable, withdrawals; I'm neither strong nor stable.
Insomnia keeps me up until work, where I stand for eight hours as my fucking eyes burn,
paranoia feeding me your words... now I spend every day overpowered by your curse.
Every girl looks like you, and every guy makes me want to kill them or bend over and spew,
how am I suppose to continue with my mind trying to build and hint toward the noose?
I'm cold as ice in the middle of July, and waiting at the park beneath a starless sky,
I'd hoped you might simplify my life but your breaking my heart intentionally, are you satisfied?
Nothing left to lose, please cut me down with the truth,
I'll always love you, but I'm afraid you don't love me too.
Embarressed myself for eight long months, threw everything away just to earn your love,
parents tried to help but I thought I was more than a fuck... none of it was ever enough.
Headaches that medicine can't cure, chronic depression reminds me that you weren't pure,
on the best days when I can endure, my problems and lessons fight me with no remorse.
So here I sit with my pen, writing the last entry to this diary of a man,
who witnessed first hand that dying for a bitch though he never stood a chance.
Brings a storm full of pain, and no matter where he went, there'd still be rain,
dreams torn and thrown away, heart shattered and the pieces would never fit the same.
The clock ticks and tocks, and I hope that you've found God,
because if not... your gonna regret ever hearing this gunshot.
*BANG!*
And I'll take back the things I said, pick apart what was spoken,
while harmfully frozen, by ice hearts that were broken.
I'm not joking, I'll throw up the white flag, because sure enough,
Even through the gore and blood, I've never once truly hated you
.....I was just fighting a war in love. 