Dust collects on my unused heart,
I don't dare take it off the shelf
For the last time I did,
You tried to smash it to bits,
You only cared about yourself.
So I leave it there,
It never moves anymore.
I have no reason to use it again.
For the last time I did,
All I got in return,
Was heart ache when you slammed the door.

You're a dream and I don't want to wake up.

As I read
This book,
The story of love,
I wonder why,
we aren't on
The same page.
Have you skip
A chapter,
Or am I just
A slow reader.