She has a pattern

 She has a pattern.

Of loving too hard too fast. 

Of loving the ones that run from commitment.

Of loving the ones that act like they love her just as  hard and that just changes. 

She has a pattern 

Of loving those that love others more than her. 

Why does my heart leave its ribcage. 

Why does it struggle to breathe and embrace freedom. 

Why does it not run towards the guys dying to give it oxygen. 

Instead of the ones constantly feeding carbon dioxide.