• I found a heart made of crystal
    and it reminded me of myself
    open yet protected
    but not quite enough.

    I spoke of truths
    and thoughts that hurt me
    gazing at the heart in my hand.

    I was speaking to you
    but to comfort myself
    I could not meet your gaze
    but lay my own upon the open heart in my lap.

    That heart gave me hope
    that there would be another
    to open their heart to mine
    and mean what they say

    Nothing more, nothing less.

    My wounds still ache
    but my love no longer bleeds
    and my heart no longer craves
    what lay in the past forever more.

    Promises he couldn't keep
    my paranoia fueled
    Words he said that made me weep
    break my heart apart

    My eyes wish to water
    My tears wish to fall
    My arms yearn for another touch
    While my Heart hates it all.

    I shall stitch up these wounds
    write his name in the dust
    Let my eyes shine again
    as the wind covers it up.

    I shall let it go.