My heart is broken,

My heart is broken,

It can not be fixed.

Don’t even try,

It’s been bewitched.

He stole it, no, ripped it,

From my chest.

I settled into him,

Into that poisonous nest.

And so that poison spread,

Not affecting me.

I was as good as ever,

But what was he?

When evil is left to spread,

It can not be cured,

No matter how hard you try.

So slowly he bled,

So slowly I feared,

So slowly I cried.

By and by, I wondered why,

Why, why me.

So and so, I’ve been told,

Told it was just meant to be.

He was oh so different,

Yet also the same.

His smile was so cool,

Yet also so lame.

Cool because it was the smile,

That made him look clever.

Lame because the smile,

Wasn’t the one I’ve known forever.

It hurt me so much,

To see him leave.

But I can’t live my life,

With lies and deceive.

In my hand, the silver blade,

Glistening with my tears.

The trip to the grave,

Has been delayed.

There was nothing now that I feared.

For at that moment,

He had smiled.

It was not the same smile,

But it was still worth my while.

Because it reached his glittering eyes.

Was he cured, how could it be?

And then I realized, that it was me.

I was his antidote.