a bleeding heart

I love you,ah yes,those words are sweet to me
And if you only whisper them,all is as it should be
But something tells me its all a dim facade
Down this grim and musty love lorn trail i've trod
Before it was painful and after the same
I sigh,my ability to love has been permanently maimed
I clutch at my heart, now out of my chest
It turns cold and dark, cause bleeding it out is what i do best
Why should i not? a heart cold and dead is safe from the worst
A plump,flowing,and folly one is forever cursed
I hate the yearning of love unrequited
And a hasty kind of love leaves the heart torn and smited
As i look at my heart bleeding out in my hand
I cant reconize it and the sight i cant stand
I look down at my heart so cold and dead
I think of those loves that i hate and dread

I cry a tear, look down and then
wonder....will it learn to love again?