heartache and misery is short-lived yet
we breathe life into its very core by
regularly pitching our mangled hearts
to the undeserving boys and girls
that will murmur their "i love yous"
under milky, moonlit nights
they'll demonstrate their love
with intoxicating kisses against your
jawline, quickly leading to hands getting
lost into you hair and you will slowly
let their hooks dig right into your heart
as you surrender to them with wide eyes
that boy or girl will abandon you after
you have repeated your story, showed them all your scars,
they have taken advantage of you to the point
that the love in your veins has run dry;
you've forgotten how to love anything, anyone, yourself and
your heart is screaming for you to save it as it bleeds out
but you don't know how to save yourself
you thought this wouldn't happen again, but you keep seeking
the boys and girls that are putting hooks into your heart,
who so willingly treat you like a catch they didn't want
so they'll throw you back to the cruel, cold sea
while the unforgiving moon who watched it all from the start
will see you collect the fragments, lock your heart,
and throw away the key
one day, you'll see
a boy or girl of worth will view you as "home";
once they find the buried, forgotten key,
they'll love you for more than the way your lips
can so sensually make love with theirs;
they'll want to see every thought and listen
to every beat of your caged heart and set it free