I love to see you smile
even if it hurts me

Tell me all the good things
I'll accept them as love scratches
               on my skin

Talk to me about her
I'll cry about it later

Show me that beautiful look
Your nonmaterial sword
  that stabs right through my heart

Share with me your growth
I will rejoice ( though I am lonely)

Tell me that you're happy
             Even if that's a lie

Hurt me with your glee

I'll make it through
the emotional hell called heartbreak

as long as             I can stay by your side.

What makes your soul cry
On a Tuesday afternoon?
When the music is the same,
The weather is the same,
But your heartaches more than usual.

What causes the tears to fall
When you are not grief-stricken?
But the hole in your chest grows a few more inches.

What makes the bed your fortress
The sheets, your armor
The pillows, your shield.

What creates the world outside to be your enemy?

It's just a Tuesday afternoon,
and a little rain.

I'm
  Br
  o
       k
          en

It almost makes me sick
when I realize that
I had imagined you so many times
loving me
that when reality punched me in the face
with the brutally honest truth
that you couldn't care less about me
all the love I had given you
in my mind
felt pointless
and painful
and yet,
I've never stopped thinking about you.

Who could possibly love a girl like me?
Me.
I could love a girl like me.

There is nothing more
that I need
than the love
from a girl like me.

They ask me to speak from the heart
but even the heart cannot explain
the mixture of enjoyment and sorrow that it feels
all in the same moment