Tell her that she's loved,
Even if she denies. Cause,
You know otherwise

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Hit me hard and break my heart into a million pieces
Cause only then will you see how much its worth
Don't settle for a dozen scraps, a hundred, or a thousand
Strike with passion and leave a mess upon the earth

Then watch me as I pick up every piece that was scattered,
From the loftiest clouds they perched, and crevices they slipped
Now take them from my hand and hold it in yours all together
And feel the weight of the million pieces that you had ripped

I want you to see how they still mold and form the same original shape
How a million pieces could be reattached and still reveal a heart
Yet, do not mistake their lightness for instability or lack of focus
They can also be diamond tough; my soul is the fortress, while it, the rampart

Its not some plastic easter egg thats only as good as its design
Not a false brittle shell, with a hollow and empty core
Each piece accounts apiece, a full apple with no worm
Every heartbreak meant to make it, love even better, than before

So if you're looking for commitment, let that be the trial
I'm not promising it'd be easy, it can only be worth the pain
It's only in shattered hearts, that subtle thoughts are brought to light
Neither the first nor the last, but I'd repeat it all the same,

*If you're the one I'm about to gain.

if only
the heart was made of
elastic materials
then just maybe
it will only bend
than
break

©IGMS

You told me back then that its fine because its over,
And everything that happened should be all in the past.
Then why is it now, that every time we pass each other,
You'd make me feel like, that conversation was our last?

I admit that I, myself, didn't offer you my everything,
And that the chase I gave, wasn't even barely a run.
But how could I sprint, when your signs were confusing?
And the I Love You's you gave, all came out undone.

So it turns out that the rain, didn't properly end.
And puddles still form, from small drops that remain.
Those sunny skies of blue were all just make pretend;
Like parts of the weather forecast, that you failed to explain.

Second chance is a slot machine, and I'm running out of change.
So I'll drop my last coin, under the score of my name.
Because the next time we meet, either the spin goes out of range,
Or the coin comes back out, and it was all just a game.