WHAT I WOULD SAY

If i get asked why i act the way i act ‎i'll act dumb ‎ If i get asked on a deeper level, ‎i'll say everyone I've loved before didn't want to be loved the way i love ‎ ‎i'll remind you of all the times i was left open and forced to mend myself with a broken needle ‎ ‎bleeding as every stitch didn't feel fitting ‎ ‎I've learnt to find the needle in the dark it's not something I'll boast about ‎ ‎i've taught myself to dig through the haystack piece by piece without breaking a sweat ‎that's not an award ought winning ‎ ‎I would bleed myself open trying to explain how your every action hurts me. ‎ ‎But I'm not being asked the reasons for my actions ‎ ‎I've been blamed for caring ‎Cursed for feel ‎And sold for loving ‎ ‎If you ask me on a deeper level I'll sing the praises of how you could break a heart so fragile and yet feel no remorse ‎ ‎But since I'm not I'll just say you're lovely, a rare peice kept on the highest shelf ‎ ‎Lovelying breaking me ‎Turning me in and out ‎poking at my nerves till you find your favorite artery ‎ ‎But since I'm not being asked I'll keep my mouth sealed ‎i'll carry my burden ‎because with you a shared burden doesn't lessen the weight i carry within