Stuck in a rut
On the notion of what
I thought true love was
So unclear and uncut

I know how I feel
Not misguided nor surreal
Instead my heart resembles
Exposed film on a reel

If only we would
Just post produce what we could
Cut out all the bad parts
And keep only the good

But that's not realistic
You need methods to fix it
Since ours weren't working
We were destined to split

Not crying this time
Officially in my prime
But still struggling to accept
You will never be mine

Now all the memories tucked away in my brain
Being played on repeat, driving me insane
Still feeling that heartbreak
Pumping strong through my veins
And knowing I won't have
What we had ever again.