im not sure if you noticed but when you left you took my heart and soul with you and people keep on asking me why is there a bandaid over where my heart is suppose to be and ive ran out of excuses on why im emotionless and maybe when you find the chance you could hand them back and possibly could we talk about you and i because people keep on wanting to talk about what happened with us and what went wrong and the great and the ugly but the truth is the only person i want to talk to about us is  with you.

I now see why people call it
"falling in love",
because you don't just trip,
you can't stand up after
and dust the dirt and blood off of your knees
like nothing ever happened
if the one you are falling for you
doesn't catch you
you can't patch it up with band-aids
and hydrogen peroxide
it's not a little trip
it's an enormous, mountain high fall
and if you don't land just right
you wind up with a broken heart
instead of broken bones