Pay my broken heart with your sufferings

Clock is ticking

Glanced over at my bedside alarm clock

I sigh heavily

Wishing that the left side of my bed wasn't empty

Dust covering

Spiders having awesome parties next to me

Creepy I know

Lonely for sure

There is nothing I can do

You did what you did
I forgive you

But I can't love you

Tried, still I can't

I don't lick what I've spat

A broken vase cannot be perfect

Marks and dent everywhere

Hard as corals

but soft as wool

Rebellious as the monsoon

but soft as the morning breeze

That's who I am

I'm easy to please but hard to give out trust

Once broken considered sold

Pay my broken heart with your sufferings

I just can't love you anymore.