Love is like that guy that missed the bus. He runs after it trying to catch it or make it to the next stop praying someone gets off and slows the driver down. Only, he doesn’t get there in time and is hurt he has to wait longer for the next bus. The next right bus,  the one with with his number and route.
It’s like the one girl in school that’s different, the one that sits alone. She longs for a friend and when she finally meets one she’s whole. Then the friends grow up and grow apart and she drifts away while your here holding the other half of your heart. Only it’s not so bright anymore. In fact...it’s quite broken and pale.
It’s like the old man sitting at his dinner table every night alone because....well.....he is alone. The only love he ever knew has left him for a better place. Now there he sits, holding his memories in the palm of his hand because he’s taken his heart and gave it away to whatever beings are the creators. Only they won’t take it yet as he is not done mourning the love that once was.
Now love is like the darkest corner of the earth. Yet this heart of mine is scorched from betrayal and cut from the angry and cold from the pain. Tonight I wish to sleep and tomorrow not awake for broken and bound we are and forever we will be.