I wish it were as easy as saying
No never again
And closing my book of a heart
But no my heart is the pen on an empty page
Drawing every feature of your unforgettable face
Refusing to let go
Of something that doesn't and will never exist
Drawing every line of two hands clasped
Inseprable halves of a whole
Love in the air so thick
There is no way to breath
But no it's not love
It's just an empty poets heart
Trying to close the wounds
With a being so beautiful
And a being that sticks so perfectly
So perfectly between each crack
It's meant to be
But this love is a one way street
With a clueless other half
And new cracks are formed
And new words are written
Of pain and feelings of being worthless
And soon the cycle begins again
But here my heart is again
Drawing those deep brown eyes
That shining smile
And such an unforgettable laugh
The light to my mind
That keeps out the dark even for a minute
A new purpose
If only this love
Wasnt a one way street
That is bound to end
In new scars and cracks
On a broken hopeless romantics heart