Painful Pumps

I can't help but remember the days,
when you held me close to your heart.
It seems like so very long ago,
since you tore my poor beater apart.

You've cut me in half in many ways,
I don't even know where to start -
you've made forlorn look like freelance art.

Don't ask me what you did, I know that you know,
this is no game of cowboys and Indians or go-karts,
I don't even know why I still linger on how I feel,
I know that it's not healthy and I know that it's not smart.

But each day we're apart, my feelings only grow
and each moment you're away, I feel butterfly darts -
that cut me and dice me into many a part.

If you would just let me, I would gladly show
what I love about you and what makes my heart glow.
But you just don't believe me, don't think it's real,
but by disbelieving me, it wont make your heart heal.

I don't know what else there is to say,
I know it's not all that smart.
But the longer your hearts like snow,
the longer it'll take your heart to deal.
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