The Art of Breaking my Heart
I’m stuck.
Stuck in this cycle of hate,
Trapped in this wheel of rage,
Drowning in this empty space,
Cursed with this lonely face.

This wasn’t supposed to happen,
This was a mistake,
Yet it doesn’t feel like one,
It doesn’t feel fake.

It feels mean,
It feels true,
It has left my heart torn,
And my feelings gone.

And as we were to depart
You promised we’d go
right back to the start
But unbeknownst to me
You got a head start

And became a master
In breaking my heart.