She ****** my **** and fell in love
I mentioned that it was a bad idea
That I was broken and not ready
She pushed for us to go steady
I found myself not listening
As I had already predicted
Yet she kept on keeping on
And wouldn't leave it alone
Trying to fix me and change me
I knew from the start that wouldn't happen
But in the end
She still ******
She was the one that needed fixed

The ghosts of my past
Continue to haunt me
They stalk in the night
As I try for sleep

Slowly into my thoughts
Their presence made known to only me
Reminding me of heartaches
Of what my eyes can't unsee

I fight them with hope
And sometimes that is enough
I am left alone for a while
But it never seems to last

I never seem able
To fully defeat the ghosts of my past

This stitch in time
Will one day only be a memory
Eventually to be lost
To forever's eternity

The pain and sadness
Happiness and bliss
Fades away and dies
Forgotten to time's abyss

Make the moments count
Even if they will fade away
You may not get a second chance
You may not live to live another day

No matter the pain
We have to be able to deal with it
Be a good man and know
You are not the one

It's nothing to ruin your life
You really have to listen
We are all hurt out there
Just listen

The world will tell you
Ridiculous things
It will say that because you are a man
You are at fault
But that isn't always the truth

A heart broken
Doesn't have to make sense
Even when there's something to give
Bottom line is where to live within your heart
And begin again

Never worry when everything is out of your control
Just stand by and wait for it to happen
******* absurd
And just watch it happen

No matter how much you love someone

I've stayed young of heart
And even now
I may be less serious
Than I was as a child

I'm not sure if I'm walking backwards
Or it's because I see things differently
But I would like to think
It's a good thing

As a child
I was aware I was a child
I wanted things to be better
And felt angry when the adults couldn't give it

Watching all that surrounds me
I grasp now that age doesn't define us
It only gives us our experiences
And teaches us to not let little things
Break our hearts

It also teaches us
That little things can mend our hearts

Every time I start to get used to
You being gone
You appear in my dreams
And remind me of what I'm missing

As I was adding the last few pieces
Of putting myself back together
After being broken so many times before
You broke me again

What doesn't **** you makes you stronger is *******

It makes us resentful
Hateful
Skeptical
Overprotective
Afraid

It kills our innocence piece by piece
Until we are finally dead inside
Incapable of loving or caring
A burnt out shell of the person you once were
No longer yourself