I wish I scraped my knees for the times I would care,
for the times I would wonder if you’re already home,
safe and sound, just watching your favorite show.

I wish my nose bled for the the times I would miss you,
when I check my phone or my email, hoping you’d ask
how I've been doing, when you barely care at all.

I wish I get wounded for the times my heart would
skip a beat whenever you say hello,
whenever you ask me to hang out with you,
whenever you hold my hand, whenever you kiss me,
whenever you look me in the eyes, and tell me
you love me, because we both know what it means.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

That word haunts me all the time, you see.
Like an unwanted visitor banging at my door
at 2 o’clock in the morning.

And the truth is, my head has gotten
the hang of it; it mastered every ounce of hurt
until it got used to the sound of your heart
beating for another, a broken symphony,
the saddest serenade.

but my heart hasn't.
It keeps on coming back to you,
no matter how often you break me.