Maybe one day
I'll fall in love,
let someone take
my brittle heart;
or maybe I'm
just meant to be alone.

You see, I have
been broken before
and I told myself
I'm done with this war -
because love, like
a gun, is a means
to rule you.

And she'll take all you've got
and burn it down.
She'll burry you
and your soul both
in the ground
and gently whisper in your ear
that she's the only
one who ever knew you.