Sob Story

In your simple night of glory,
You wrote out my sad sob story.
Line by line and tear by tear,
Your love became my only fear.
Your lies decayed my heart so frail,
As you typed out my sad, sad tale.
Stripped me down, so bare, exposed,
Waiting for these wounds to close.
Tossed aside, you tore me open,
A bleeding heart which now lays broken.
Pen to paper, ink to page,
You've written me into this cage.
The bars are strong, my hope is thin,
My world consumed in your harsh sin.
Laying broken in this prison,
Fate comes down to your decision.
Relieve my pain and set me free!
But word by word, you've captured me.
Phrase by phrase, the plot grows dense,
This story of agony and suspense.
In all your glory and all my fighting,
My story is one you won't stop writing...