(non) sacred-blasphemy

And you wanted to quit and then I spit at you.
When I wanted to cry, you laughed.
And even though you wanted to go for the long run, you found yourself short of breath half-way there.
And though I must admit my fair share of the deal was not to love you, but no to leave you.
And the deal broke just as you got off the train.
Leaving me there as if you did not care, as you have never cared.
Leaving me to wait for the next station to jump off.
To start again, to get down from my cloud and expect for the best..
next time I give away my heart.