My crime

Betty, giving me my heart It in pieces is more that makes you smile All my love are swords in your very eyes All you want from me is what you want for him For all my worry you don’t shiver You act as an angel to eat me up You smile for your shady interest If you love him, why don’t you leave? Why do you cry when I tell you to Ooh, so It’s ok to play with my heart and love his To fill like a dove but feed on my living Why is it ok when you lie and cry to back it up? and smile for jokes that are not funny just so you can make me cry again Is this what love really is? Betty, my love for your beauty keeps me mute I watch you smile, dying inside As your love comes back to being my tears, Betty, the other day you watch me from his room And acted like it was normal. Betty, you walk in late night having no job Or appointments, not the one that I know of You come and act In peace, like, all is just fine Shredding me piece by piece Betty, I see that my crime is loving beauty with poison Do I play the rhythm of “I don’t love you, but I do” Or “ I am scared of losing you." Why do I have to make such a decision? Must I be feared, to be loved Or must I love, to be hated Why can I just be me