The other day I was called a *****
For loving the same man I have
For quite some time.

People are rather stupid
When you get down to it
And sometimes I feel as though
We are the island of sanity
Cast away
In a vast ocean of insanity.

Of course,
That last part
Could go both ways.
I am but a human
And your choices
Will seldom mirror mine.

remember those 'i love you more fights'?

looks like i won.

I did what I could on my behalf
I did my best put me to the test
Can you start & put your part
Your eyes revealed love &
Your lips confessed lies
My presence made you shy
When I spoke hi & goodbye
My heart closely almost die
We both felt the same thing
I would give you anything
I can buy you everything
All I ask is one thing
Hold my hands & begin to sing

I was lost in the charm of her smiling eyes,
Lost in the gleam of her eyes;
Too lost to see the darkness inside.

She was my light, and I was blinded
By the glare of the sun; too naive to notice
That there is a dark side of the moon.

I was mesmerized by that scintillating smile,
Enthralled by her endless beauty;
To foresee what would come to be.

And billowing clouds came rushing in,
Covering my beautiful morning sky;
Blocking out all of the false light.

Now I am surrounded by the darkness,
I am searching for the gleam in her eyes;
Now it is lost and so am I.

Open, prone to infection;
The infection which is others' deceit
Seeping into your very soul...
Breaking apart what was once whole.

Shattered and unable to mended,
Fences built around the destruction.
A mirage of strength; seemingly
Impermeable to any threatening weapon.

A hard shell created that can
Only ever be peeled away through
The acts of unadulterated love.
Will anyone repair your shattered heart?

You convince yourself that you are
A self-sufficient person with no need
For love, and that you are strong.
However, you crave for love to fix you.
And love does come, in the rarest form.

A person you'd never think to trust
Tries relentlessly to figure you out,
Until you can fight no more and only
Let the person inside of your empty heart.

Lord knows
I've fallen into the rusty hidden comfort
of too many mens' arms.

I've found all  the wrong ways of coping,
so what're the right ones?