They say these are the days to be
Young, wild, and free
So why do I feel so trapped?

I don't know how one becomes complicated, but we do.
Our lives intermingle with others who like to make things difficult.
We allow ourselves to be walked over and used and abused and
I don't know why we put up with it anymore.

Our hearts are such a sacred thing, a blessing and a curse all in one.
And when even the strongest of souls can be wounded in the battle of life,
You know you must always strive to be stronger.
Because hearts do not heal themselves on their own.

There is a hole inside of my soul
That cannot be filled.

The nights out just leave me broke,
And you left me broken.

I spend my days longing to fill this hole,
Because I am so tired of feeling empty.

I pride myself in that
I don't ask for much.
But I do ask for honesty.

And I don't just mean
The "don't lie to me" kind.

I mean the "be real with me" honesty.
I mean the "tell me how you feel, what you're thinking, what's on your heart" honesty.

Not all the time,
But when it matters.

And you know when it matters.

We don't need romance,
We need reality.

Because reality is the only thing
That can withstand,
Even when the romance disappears.

Finding empty love
In empty parking lots.
Only feeling
The lingering soreness of my heart.
Endless summer nights of empty promises.
All I want
Is to to be filled
With your love again.

Because life never seemed easy
Until it got difficult
And you miss the days when
He hurt you
But you didn't realize it
Yet.

My head rests against your shoulder
And I feel whole again.
The slow, swelling music
Drowned out by the voice in my head reminding me,
"You survived."
As we move I feel pieces of me
The pieces he stole
Filling my heart again.
I feel whole again.
You look me in the eyes
And whisper quiet words of
Pure, unadulterated admiration.
I don't even look over at him
To see if he is watching me utter them back.
And I feel whole again.