I gave him the world,

in hopes he’d love me.

He gave it back cold.

I gave him the stars,

in hopes he’d stay.

He gave back embers.

I gave him the oceans,

in hopes he’d be mine.

He gave me the vapor.

I gave him my heart,

in hopes he’d take it.

He gave me the arrow.

I gave him my back,

in hopes I’d forget.

He gave me the knife.

“Your love was an arrow, laced with poison.” And I fell for it like the sucker I am. I hope you’re happy, you don’t deserve it.

But I’ve gotten use to your stealing.

So here, take my happiness.

It’s all yours.