Twisted

I feel cheap. I feel as if you bought my soul

For nothing more than promises of gold,

Promises of turning off the world,

Promises you would never have delivered.

Mistakes were made in each and every way,

You ripped the hope out of my veins

And didn't even try to shut the world away

Unless some part of you needed attention.

I willingly submitted to this game we played

Thinking you were a gem found in an obscure cave,

Thinking you wore more than tinfoil suits,

Thinking you may be what I wanted.

I have few regrets with how we played the game

Because I'm innocent in this round of chess,

I didn't know the rules by which you played

Were not the same rules you told me to obey.

I feel as if you tore from me some innocence,

And that last strand is what I held so dear,

There's not a lot of light that's left inside me

And you tore it from my dead, cold, fingertips.

You asked for trust and got it willingly

Because we're both adults, because I thought you were,

Because I put my cards face up for you to see

And didn't think you'd have a reason to hide yours.

The worst part of it all is that I wish you'd lay

Between my open arms, head on my chest

Until the hurt between your ribs subsides

And I can start to work on fixing your insides.

Despite being so hurt, being betrayed,

The twisted part of all is that I wish you'd stay...

I wish you'd believe that I can fix your ache,

Pick up the sticks and stones and broken bones
And teach you how to be whole again.