Showing half a face
Half a story in a book
You are innocence and I am mistrust
You are wholesome
I am a broken clock
You move forward with your purity
My hands clutch the past with guilt
The more I want to let go
The more you remind me to hang on


I want to walk away from you
I have given everything I have
You sucked in my soul smiling
You ate my body laughing
Dipped your hand into my chest
And carved my heart while singing


I am still here, waiting to be held
My feet refuse to move
As low as I am
I still can’t touch the floor
My body is not stuck, nor am I trapped
It’s only my heart, the heart I gave you
That continues to weep
It holds me here, waiting
Oh stupid heart, you are now broken
Yet feel your love is whole


It isn’t love
You’re deluded
Oh heart, why would someone break you
All the care I had given
Wasted on a fantasy
No glue will fix you
No one will want you now


How can you feel this way?
Stop laying there expecting to be stepped on
Rejecting to start time again
To deny that last drop of your pain fall
Trying so hard to smile again
Longing for his feet
Hoping to be crushed
Oh heart, what you would give
To feel his soul passing through you once more

A broken, confused, misrepresentation of your self
Did you even get what was yours?
Was everything worth it to lose?
Like a hunter with a gun
You wanted his pelt
He was your trophy
To hang on your soul
To fill that space
That only a lover would know existed
To touch and admire
To say you had caught it
To then call him “mine”

Oh heart, watching you broken
As you smile
Anticipating that foot
……. Deep down you may have known
It was out to kick you all along.
And just that touch
Made you smile