I loved you with all my heart,
With all those pieces broken apart,
I prayed that you would love me too,
It seems I was not meant for you.

You told me how you loved him more,
And you could never love me, which was cold,
Sick is what you called me, sure, I am
Sickly in love with you until the end.

To break what has been broken seems madness,
Yet you still managed and brought distress,
And with nothing else given but a cold stare,
You killed me cruelly and it was fair.

To love is to prepare to die,
And you have to know, your heart won’t lie,
If you deny it, it explodes,
Will do nothing, but destroy.

Rotten flesh is what we’ll stay,
As slowly our souls decay,
Even in death I’d still love you,
As my skin turns cold and blue.
© anaelmallory