heartache and misery is short-lived yet we breathe life into its very core by regularly pitching our mangled hearts to the undeserving boys and girls that will murmur their "i love yous" under milky, moonlit nights
they'll demonstrate their love with intoxicating kisses against your jawline, quickly leading to hands getting lost into you hair and you will slowly let their hooks dig right into your heart as you surrender to them with wide eyes
that boy or girl will abandon you after you have repeated your story, showed them all your scars, they have taken advantage of you to the point that the love in your veins has run dry; you've forgotten how to love anything, anyone, yourself and your heart is screaming for you to save it as it bleeds out
but you don't know how to save yourself you thought this wouldn't happen again, but you keep seeking the boys and girls that are putting hooks into your heart, who so willingly treat you like a catch they didn't want so they'll throw you back to the cruel, cold sea while the unforgiving moon who watched it all from the start will see you collect the fragments, lock your heart, and throw away the key
one day, you'll see a boy or girl of worth will view you as "home"; once they find the buried, forgotten key, they'll love you for more than the way your lips can so sensually make love with theirs; they'll want to see every thought and listen to every beat of your caged heart and set it free