I do not always have the most original approach,
It's not like there have not been others here before,
Star Crossed Lovers:- A tale of the African Romeo and Juliet,
The end of each other is what we would be,
What you think is an prayer answered,
Turns out to be this tragic love story;

I need not take time with this thought,
Or go back to the beginning before cupid took that **** shot,
And how we tried effortlessly to outrun his arrow,
Yet directionless you stumbled on my smile,
And mindlessly I fell into your hello,
That for us was the beginning of the end..

Suddenly there was clarity in your mind,
As if before that moment you had had no other thoughts,
Suddenly there was serenity in my heart,
As if before that moment I had felt no other feelings,
Opening ourselves up to each other like a pair virgins for the first time,
Watching this film of love unfold right before our eyes.    

We know that here we will always stay,
Forgetting any other home other than this,
Here in each others arms,
Watching the stars burn through the ******* sky,
Like two junkies with needles in our arms,
Feeding each other this poisonous drug,

This portion they call love, give me just a little bit more
You hold the torch and I hold the lighter,
If they try to come closer then let's set this castle on fire,
And after that, if there is still no place for us on this earth,
Then let this poison run through our veins,
Let this toxic love lead us to our graves.

Is this love?
Trying to pull each other in a wreckage,
Giving up,
Giving in,
Laying there,
Ready to die!

Is this love?
Allowing ourselves to be tossed around in this tornado,
Breaking up,
Making up,
Waking up,
Caught up!

Is this love?
Our hearts linked together by a single thread,
Lying,
Crying,
Fighting,
Not even trying!

Is this love?
Laying in our bed of broken promises and dreams,
Sad,
Hurt,
Crushed,
Lonely!

Crack! Crack!
We must have such bad luck,
Luck?
****,

It must have been Jack,
Who broke my heart first,
Followed by Hank,
And Frank with the red Merc,

**** luck,
I know I don’t want jack,
From the hank that drives the Merc,
Pieces of my broke heart,
All over this tarmac,

Bad luck,
Dial 911....
Ambulance red, paramedics say I may be dead,
Head not in the right mindset,
Heart beat.....bleeeep! Bleeeeep!
This heart no longer has a beat!

Am sorry that’s not what I meant,
It’s just the auto-correct,
This new technology thinks it’s ahead,
Replacing the words that come from my head,
with words like "You are my best yet"
When what I meant to say was "meeting you I regret"

And that last text I sent, telling you how I felt,
That too was auto-correct,
See, there was a time when your words made my heart melt,
And the butterflies that rose from my belly up to my neck,
I sometimes needed  to tie them down with a belt,
All this words you say you never meant.

Every time you sent that I love you text,
Now I know it just auto-correct
This new tech is quick to make us forget,
And replaces words like I regret,
With stupid texts like “come hold me”
Leaving us with broken hearts we now hold up like trophies,

The rest of the world may never know just how much I hurt,
Because I found a filter that will auto-correct
This frown on my face and turn it right side up,
And every time I take a picture,
This auto correct will add color and remove the hurt,
Making sure no one will never know what really lives inside,
"this whirl we call home, spinning out of control.”

Cracks,
On the once beautiful oval oak framed mirror,
From a hand that once so soft and tender,

Anger,
The fuel that runs this almost empty body,
Burning through my blood veins like a snakes venom,

Pain,
From the bruised hand that had a conflict with the mirror,
But even more from a broken heart that can no longer feel,

Or heal,
Ripped out of my chest, ready to be laid to rest,
Love is life's great test, one I have failed at I must say,

I Lay,
Here in a pool of my own regrets,
Swimming through memories I would rather forget,

Protect,
This delicate flower they call a heart,
Yet your promises and actions do not match,

Trust,
In man I can never, for their words and actions not longer match,
It was never love, for you I was just another summer crush,

Alas,
Here we are at last, with my bleeding hand and broken heart,
And all I can say is
Goodbye,