I trusted him with my broken heart, he said he'd love the pain away. I gave him the dried up tears, and my faith in love that was starting to fade. I showed him my greatest fears, my ugliest scars and all my wasted years.

     I believed every single lie he fed- held on to hope, and fought battles for him in my head. I opened doors I once locked tight, and trusted him to always love me right. His promises started to die, so did my heart and the faith I kept inside.

     I watched his love burn to ash and dying embers, then I did my best to make him remember. I pleaded him to not cross that line, but there was only emptiness in his eyes. I begged him not to leave me worse for wear, but all he did was laugh while I gasped for air.

     After everything I've been through, I thought I was used to the pain; but he brought with him all three- the thunder, the lightning, and the rain. I gave him a loaded gun, trusting he'd never pull the trigger. But he did, and watched as the blood stain got bigger.

     As I laid there alone, he gave me my most painful truth-

     That after all this time, I still wasn't bulletproof.