A question mark

Is half a heart
and without you
I'm torn apart,
We're torn in two.

I'm left here  
With no right to ask.
Yet I can't go in circles.
Because isn't half a heart

A question mark?

There are words written
On small sticky squares
Hung on my wall
None finished
just begging for me
To pick up my pen
And get back to work

“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.

Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.

I’m only at mile 1 of this long journey and my car already broke down

The wires in my brain,
Became completed unattached;
Everything I loved
Never seemed to love me back.

You said you loved blue
And suddenly blue is all I ever wanted to be
I carved myself to be your ideal piece of art
But you preferred watercolor over clay