Drunk on love,
&& some cheap boxed wine.
I do this all the time;
Why do I do this all the time?
There are 37.2 trillion cells
in the human body
Yet somehow,
you're coursing through
every last one of them.
I push people away constantly,
For fear of ever
Falling in love with them.
The heart always wants
What it cannot have,
A far away lover
From a far away land.
All I'm left with are these words,
Which shall forever
remain unspoken.
I'll just carry on in denial,
Pretending I'm not
Heartbroken.
If my outer layers are perfectly
placed together,
Can anyone tell that
my insides are shattered?
Bruised && battered;
Does it really matter?
Does any of it matter,
To you?