She threw herself at heartbreak
Like a moth drawn to the flame
Patching up her broken wings
Just to try and fly again
The world has thought of her: foolish
She never seemed to learn
But how do you save someone
If they're convinced they need to burn?
There is a history to her breaks
Tucked in creases of her eyes
A museum full of moments
She had watched just pass her by
Each tear that escaped
Was a story she left unsaid
The words she never spoken
Stained her dampened cheeks instead