her pain brought comfort
his tears filled a well that was once empty
battle scars on my chest
started out as a few
and grew to plenty
it’s a broken promise
waiting for someone to come back
depriving yourself of who you once were
and no longer staying in contact
the brain is a powerful *****
but the heart gets hurt on purpose
love is only temporary
through trial and error
i now know for certain
give it seven months
a long phone call and hesitation
and heavy breathing
to fill the air with a love outdated
second chances provide nothing
and your heart becomes a form of currency
for someone else to use for something
love is profit
isn’t that funny?