So this is how
you want it
The things you tell
yourself at night
Well I wont play
this game
Wont fit this role
Your little liar
Your fatal rose
You play
the victim
of imagined crimes
Showing me
the tattoo of a cut
on your heart
Open your eyes
and focus
Just because you
fake a pain
you can't feel
Doesn't give you
the right
to amuse yourself
with deadly games
And as twisted
as I know you can be
I still love you
But I never pretended
I wasn't damaged
Lynzi Berner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/damaged-6/
