your kiss makes my heart feel some type of way
your smile makes those butterflies have a field day
the way you asked me how my day was all the time gave me hope
but in the end
it ended like the rest
in dust
and ashes
swept up in the wind of you leaving in such a hurry
the flakes of my heart follow you to places i don’t know of
the land of, love? lust? or just plain ignorance
**** heartbreak is something else isn’t it