Scabs

I gave you my heart,
even though it was busted and bandaged,
i hoped you would fix it,
but all you did was pick at it,

you'd unwind my stitches,
rip off the band aids,
tear the crack,
and play a charade,

i didn't know it at the time,
but you wore a mask,
you never said i love you,
even when i asked,

the funny thing is you passed it on,
now here i stab,
i lay on the floor,
picking at the scabs.