You Ran Out

I don't really know where to start,

Because there's a lot more to it all

Than just one part,

You ran out on me,

And I still can't figure out

If my heart is now chained or free,

You never said if I should wait for you,

But I'm starting to think

You never really planned on coming back did you?

I can't even blame anyone but myself,

I knew you'd do this,

Take my heart and put it up on a shelf,

You do it every time,

Make it seem like you care,

When really your heart

Is something you can't even share,

Not with me at least,

I've seen what I am at the end of the emotional feast,

Nothing but bones,

All the meat of my body

Ripped apart by sticks and stones,

You are the worst of them all,

Only wanting to spend time when it's convenient,

But I'm not a doll,

I know now that I'm better than that,

So I hope you don't expect

To call me in a month and have a chat

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