The throbbing pain inside my chest I could not bare at all. My heart had crumbled as I kept myself from the harsh fall. I cried out with anger, I cried out with pain. Each word that came out of my mouth I said out loud in vain. I gave him my heart. I gave him my love. I gave him eternity. Now who's to judge. He threw it away for a one night fling. Left me to believe that it was nothing. But then once again my heart he crushed. Trembling I fell. Weakened from his beguiling touch. Now I'm stuck with the immutable abhorrence of being mislead into fallacious love. I lifted my head, through out all of that pain and left him to cry as I started to love again. He begged and pleaded. He threatened his own life. I told him if he does he should do it with a knife. So he could feel half the suffering and torment I lived through. But as I turned my head to love again I was sadly left with a destructive goodbye gift unknowingly from him. Its the uncertainty of honesty, possibility of heart ache. Its the one thing that gets me every time. Insecurity.
