This is not a poem
I didn't try to make it work
And yet, here we are

I would love to lay with you on the immaculate, succulent grass
And escape into the imagination of your foundation to marvel
At all the things you adore, explore you considerably to feel
Your purely lyrical poetry on my slender, sheer lips

cover all doddles, hearts & scrabbles
teenage love evoking the inner child
innocent for now with a liberated soul

cover all doddles, hearts & scrabbles
teenage love evoking the childhood pain
swings couples where former child’s tears spilled

cover all doddles, hearts & scrabbles
teenage love has dramatic different faces
i don’t long to see ugly doddles and scrabbles
only the pretty hearts

i might paint the walls white
cover all old doddles, heart & scrabbles
draw our love story, me with my new partner
& pray, there only is pretty hearts.

And in my head, when I'm gone,
I'm the only one to mourn

One day you wake up and realize you’re broken
You don’t know how to be fixed
You look for options
But after awhile you realize you can’t be fixed
The cracks will always remain
The scars will not fade
The pain you’ve gone through has stained your heart black
Emptied your own mind of the feeling of happiness
The lack of joy means nothing to you anymore
At first it’s frustrating you don’t know what to do
You feel alone
As loneliness becomes your comfort zone you forget what real love feels like
It’s been this way for a long time now
I’m used to being the way I am
I don’t remember what it’s like to be happy
People say destiny isn’t set in stone
I can’t agree with that
I’ve learned life is simple
Cruel and absolute
And that’s the hard truth
You can’t fix it
Once broken you can repair what’s left
But that doesn’t change the fact it’s still broken
Broken is all I am
And it’s all I’ll ever be