Yesterday I found my heart teetering on the tops of your fingertips. I was attempting to walk across a tight rope from my chest to yours without falling. Ev'ry word you spoke was a gust of wind pulling me closer to falling and I spoke my own words to stabilize my legs. But I knew the tragedy of one slip, If I said something too strongly or or I didn't listen well enough, stumbling off the rope was inevitable; whether I hit an unknown bottom or kept falling down the rabbit hole the result would be the same. My heart, broken on impact, the force of gravity tenfold because the value of my love for you is everything times ten to the tenth power. I cannot really fathom a shattered heart right now, but I'd imagine its something like-- Humpty Dumpty on steroids falling from the moon instead because someone accidentally mixed up the two children stories. Humpty Dumpty jumped over the moon and shattered every piece of himself on the way down. For the kings men would never find him again And I would never be able to put the pieces back together.
...Hey, ******, ******...Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,