Conflicting Hearts poem

[tasharr]

You cage me in like a fragile doll
Who has no strength to stand on her own two feet
Your loving arms turn to bars restraining me

You ungrateful fool
You torture me day and night
With your sweet and sour smell
I swear to God you’ll be the death of me
And send me to hell

Bruised like shadows engulf your eyes
Showing the true monster inside that lies
Your marble skin, so pale, brings tears to the brim

You skip between the two of us
Replacing my amber for dark
You sweet little tart
Played games with the dog
I can see your true colours
Your brown eyes turn to fog

Your piano fingers dance along my heart
Leaving me confused, sitting in the dark
Oh caring heartbreaker - who ripped me from the seams
You still haunt me in my dreams


You bitterly sing, the sound of your blood
Asking me to take your soul as if I ever could
You tumble, you stumble, you fall, you trip
Your head is clouded with this disastrous bliss

Cold and hard like statue, a mask to hide emotion
I was the love that you needed and craved
I was the potion that led you astray
Why do you tease me this way?
You’re just another end of a cigarette left in the astray

My family warned me of the consequence
But I still picked you up and made you mine
Bella don’t you see
You will always be the death of me