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I wrote this a while back. Broken hearts inspire I tell ya...

To Your Despaired and Heavy Heart :

A grieved, distressful song dedicated to me from your troubled soul unfortunately won't fall in your favor. It screams to the deepest depths of my sympathy yet the guilt that's supposed to surround my guards fall flat, and even with that, I feel no guilt. Show me your sorrow; pour to me what it is that you want me to perceive, embrace, and feel. Because I am more than sure that the malady state of which you've put me through doubles that of the heartache you right now are experiencing. And we both know..you did this to yourself.

I've been nothing but loyal, honest, a mere fantasy that inherent average minds yet here it's thrown in your empty face. Something others dream about having, dedicate their lives to finding, never having that chance to treasure and instead of indulging you spit it out and walk the other way after a breath of my sweet spirit. Maybe you weren't in the correct state of mind, maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but I wasn't and you made sure of that; nevertheless, you did me wrong rotten and pranced around it like that was how it was supposed to end. Shattering into a million righteous pieces was my affection, compassion, and inclination to love you ever again.

It's something you surrendering your whole life to can never fix. It's a scar, not a wound that heals and is ready to battle agony once again. So your meaningless endeavors will remain meaningless and your sugarcoated apologies that my broken heart is deprived of will never be a satisfaction.

You come back and I can no longer help you. A once gleeful soul with a yearning heart to love is now oblivion.