I saw his name again,
Plasterd on my mind
Like the cast around my heart.
Doctors told me 4-6 weeks
For my heart to mend back
To the way it was.
Yet it seems
That when I was in comotose
From what you have done,
They switched out my heart
With a counterfeit one
And now,
It makes me feel
Different.

I loved to be used for your ambitions
To meld myself into strange poses
To make you, happy
Until you find someone else
Who can make a stranger pose
To make your new instrument
Hold your hand tighter.

"I don't see the big deal here."
That quote seems to harmonize
With ny biggest fears
Locked away with the smells
Of not being good enough.

Love is on the move,
It drags its callous feet
Carving valleys,
Scooping out the ability
To sleep at night
Because wait,
You heard that right?
I swear my phone just rang.
My mind needs to be a inhaler
So I can learn
On how to breath again.

This tale of sorrow
Isn't portraying forgiveness,
Yet it's how I opened the gates,
Not knowing
That she would blow up
The entire wall.