|"And who do you think you are?|
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul."
-- Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri
Your smile doesn't reach your eyes
until it sees the tears in another's.
You play with people's hearts
because yours feels nothing for others.
Your laugh is forced
until you see the pain you inflict.
Your eyes as cold as your actions.
One wonders if you'd bleed if pricked.
Your favorite game is love
but you play differently than most.
You swoop in and ravage it
'til nothing is left but its ghost.
You shed tears only as armor
against those who figure you out.
Playing the wounded victim.
Yours is a dangerous pout.
No one is safe from your sword of a tongue.
No heart safe from your vindictive claws.
With a smirk on your lips, you'll cry wolf
and the critics will burst into applause.