You make my heart ache
clench, quiver, and sway
Break it into pieces
and watch it fade away.
Yet one look into your eyes
and I'd let you do it once more.
Hurt me over and over
and I'd still demand an encore.
But do you really love me?
Or are you just using me too?
Did "us" ever exist?
Or was I just hung up on you?
Because you swore to me
that one starry night
under the stars,
under the moonlight
That you'd never hurt me
and we were meant forever
But what if really
forever lasted for never?
Yet all these doubts
and questions in my mind
went away at your touch
and the stars realigned.
And I was stuck again
drowning deep in your eyes
weakening at your touch
as I let down my disguise
Because you were the only one
who ever saw the real me
and my heart still belongs to you
though everyone says it shouldn't be.
And you can call me stupid
for not being able to see
I meant nothing to you
But you meant everything to me...
Definitely needs to be edited and whatnot, but just wanted to get my thoughts down. (I'm working on a new book and the protagonist is a poet so this is something she 'wrote'). If anyone wants to recommend a better title, please comment.