I am just a bruised and battered heart
with words that make lives fall apart.
No sentence structure or string of ideas
can communicate properly my ideas of us.
Spending moments of a beautiful life
wasted in decisions of strife.
To think that maybe I am not the best lover
is something that I few have had to discover.
I am not sure why these loves fail
but im sure it is not an old wives tale.
The answer to my problems is simple I know
but I am a heart that loves to never let go.
I have loved every heart that has noticed me
and they have loved me easily.
Maybe one day I will heal from my self inflicted scars
and own a love we can both call ours.