Do you know how many scars you left with me?
All over my heart,
I wear your damage,
like the sleeves of a sweater.
Some how, this pain holds me together.
                  Rather have you,
                   than be empty.
                   hate the pain,
                   but lonely isnt any better.
Whether it makes sense or not.
My heart speaks you fluently.
My mind denies me vehemently.
Thing are meant to be,
as they are,, apparently.