Don't touch me there

I used to be told I was a delicate flower
they used to tell me I was a princess
and go on about how I had the power to say no.
Nobody told me how many times I'd have to say it
before words stopped being enough.

I used to think that this world was a book
Then the awe of the old story suddenly stopped and the pages ceased to turn.
One look at this new page; his face and those baby blue eyes and I was in
hooked on the sweet rush of "love"
and not so innocent adrenaline.

I used to believe in magic
Until this "my world" became our world
stuck in a tragic whirlwind of illegal emotions.
falling for a devotion I wasn't sure I even wanted.
Falling for the love songs and those baby blue eyes he flaunted.

Until he tossed me aside, I thought I was on top of the world.
The apple of his eye, his doll, his sweetheart; his "damn, baby girl."
Now that I've been left for good, there's nothing left but to sit and wait.
So as long as I go unmended and still keep picking up these rendered parts
Don't you dare try to lick my open wounds or touch this bleeding heart.

~C.I