I'm comfortable with a pen in my hand

I'm comfortable with a pen in my hand
I know what I'm doing
Even when I don't
The words I write will put
The pieces together
Describing the things they thought were
Unimaginable
My pen is my constant
When the world is falling to the ground
All around me
And everyone has run away
I'll write my story in the debris
Uncover the beauty they failed to see
In this city of disaster
And in the monster they made of me
But all the times they laughed
And walked out of my door
And all the times they crushed me
And pretended to love me like before
Were the moments I never realized
Or idealized
The art
Of breaking hearts
They had the style and they had the grace
And the ability to lie to my face
And erase me from their past
They knew how to cast their guilt away
Because you can only miss something you remeber
You had
I was so naive
But they taught me how to breathe
And to leave my heart in my chest
Instead of my sleeve
They're the girls who betrayed
They're the girls who never stayed
They stray'd away from the paths
We set in our minds
But I blame them; And I thank them
For throwin' me out
Cause they taught me tact
And how not to act
And sometimes I cracked
And it was hard to go back
To the uncomfortability of love
I fell into my monsterous ways
And I would shove my feelings
Like a pill down my throat
By when I wrote
I would write my wrongs
In order to right my wrongs
But baby we were intertwined
I was too blind to find the right state of mind
But maybe some things are never meant to be defined
Because the best part of me
Was always you
And I don't know what that means
But please...
Will you think of me?