To the hearts that I broke,
you don't know how lucky you were.

It hurt,
oh it hurt when I said I didn't love you. When I 
threw you on the ground like a thousand 
China plates.

You thought you'd never heal but she picked you up 
and glued you together 
with gold. 

She filled your cracks and now even though they know
you've been broken, 
you're better now.

And I would have filled your cracks with candy,
so you could have shown the world your colors while you
wasted away 
in 
a 
waterfall of my saliva,
alive with non commital kisses.

You just don't know how lucky you were.