I wear my heart on my sleeves.
As in the cuts that bleed.
Where everyone can see that I´m damaged.
How I´m broken,
ruined,
to pieces.
One can never fully recover.
As my cuts turn to scars,
my sleeves will still,
never be the same.
As the same for my heart.

I'm happy sleeping alone
I'm happy in my company
I do want to be in love and melt in the beauty of it
But for now
I'm happy alone

I fight with the voices in my head
They keep throwing stones
They keep calling me weak
               "All your poems about love!"
And you are  still alone
            That I don't deserve love
" it's not for the weak!"

Imagine being loved the way you love.

My eyes saw him
My heart foretold our future
You know the works
       " laughing in bed"
"Fun with doing nothing"
         "Holding hands under the table"

I told my heart to shut up!