It appears that I have
fallen apart
shattered in pieces
all over the floor
so the next person to pass
I have one favor to ask
could you kindly
pick up the big pieces
and sweep up the rest?

What makes you dead and feel alive?
Love; the slowest form of suicide.

Ms. Heartbreak, cause of my heartache.
How much can my heart take?
Come, let us partake
In this love, I love how my heart breaks,
When I see your eyes, like stars, let me star gaze.