It's always one step forward,
and two steps back.
My heart I should guard,
lest it suffer an attack.
My words seem to blend,
no longer do I see the difference.
And as my heart slowly begins to mend,
things haven't been the same since.
The actions are knives,
and words are the salt.
As we move on with our lives,
each one of our hearts shall halt.
I'm lucky to be alive,
and be here this day.
I look to the sky,
remembering how you took my breath away.
Questions left unanswered,
who would have guessed?
Nothing will be like they once were,
and I'll still only be second best.