i never understood why people avoided love.
thought they were fools
to deny themselves something so extraordinary.
i'd ask myself,
"why won't they open their hearts
and just try?"
then i met you.
i dedicated myself to you.
i handed you my heart,
and you broke it in two.
it hurts like nothing i've ever felt before.
aching agony that won't wash away,
no matter how many showers i take
or how many other boys i kiss.
your mark is forever on me,
even though i don't want it to be.
each time i think of you,
it's like my insides are getting ripped to shreds,
over and over again.
the way a dog buries a bone,
digs it up,
gnaws it until it's practically destroyed,
then repeats the cycle.
if i could,
i would go back to that
warm, soft summer night when
i pointed to the stars and
told you that you were my universe,
and i would take everything back.
i'd do anything to end this suffering.
i never understood why people avoided love,
but now i know.