B.attle scared
E.ternally bruised
A.nd
U.nbelievably
T.ried
I.ncredibly still
F.illed with
U.nconditional
L.ove

It's the strangest thing
To think you're in love
And then in the end
To not really know what it was.
In the end you start to question
"Does love even exist"?
Because I swear I think I would have
felt it by now if it did.
In the end one mans' hurt weighed on you
Reminds you of all the others
And how they all turned out to be
No different than each other.
In the end you see no light
But that's normal and that's okay
Because soon you will see a new light again
And you will forget all this pain.
That smile to come in the future
Will be worth all this mess
And so just remember these things, my dear
When you start to feel down and distressed.

Her soundtrack
Plays deafening volumes to my soul
Drowning out the hum of the mundane
Trying not to make a false step or trip over my own feet
You dance to the rhythmn of her beat
I waltz into her arms, shimmy into her psyche
Two step over her frowns and walk it out onto her street
The music beckons, I can hear it
Calling me with its pulse, vibrations and crescendos complete
Give her your best moves and she will reward you
With nothing less than her heart
This is the soundtrack of her life
Make sure you play your part