They shot him....

Physically they shot him.
He's dead....
Not physically but he might as well be cause his heart no longer bleeds red-
And do you know what he said?
I'm gone tell you what he said-
" I have a Black Heart now" and about me, he no longer cares.
His heart bleeds death, while mines just hurts.
I guess a gunshot wound to the back was what our relationship was worth.
He blames me, from what I see, when I've done nothing-
But kiss him, touch him, miss him, loved him..... but I love him.
How can he make me feel this way?
How did he transform and make this change?
He no longer smiles at the mention of my name.
You would think that I'm the one that pulled the trigger.
I just pray that whatever picture he's looking at, its gettin' clearer.
Wishing that I can some how switch positions and embrace that pain.
So that maybe if my world was upside down his would be sane.
And I guess open wounds changes attitudes too.
He feels nobody loves him, but i've constantly told him I do.
constantly showed him I do, unconditional love and its true.
But shit what can I do........
So what do I do when my heart won't let go?
I'm strong but without him I feel like I can't go on.
My love continues to grow, not just in the physical.
The signs told him I was the one, but he just chose to ignore.
Jumped into fire, so my heart got burned.
The flames still burning, from him I haven't heard a word.
I was there by his side in his time of need.
Taught a grown man what he already should've known-so many things.
I haven't ate-
I can't sleep-
I've created a river of pain-
After all his mistreatment, my feelings..... still remain the same.
But...
How do you fully understand loves craft....and its art?
And in the end...
Do you think that I could mend his broken soul,
and color his discolored flesh, which I call his Heart?