I meant to pen a happy poem
But somehow, ended up with this same old song
Heart in shreds
Dry tears shed
Overran with a fresh fload as a awake
Been too broken to, again, break
But, that's just a thought, I still break anyways.

Does the sun still smile?
This gloom has lasted too long a time
Does the stars still twinkle?
No equation is, again, simple
Do we still know beauty?
Everything is gone dark and ugly
We must all be a broken people

Weeping last only for the night
Morning is going to bring a new reason to smile
Though the night may seem to have lasted too long
Surely there is always a new song
We could either wait or
Create our own options, which most often wrong.

I am broken
You are broken
We all are broken
But if we treat the threads as a whole dress
Not as single individual threads
Then we are on the way to redress
No more broken me
Nor broken you
Just a healed and mended people.

Everybody just wants something from you
All you do is not even for
The one who put their life on hold
The one that did the hours long
They go and take their money and run
Because they can and to them it's fun

y o u
a r e
n o t
m i n e
and when i really think about it,
y o u
n e v e r
w e r e.
people have always been fickle
a constant storm of maybe-yes, maybe-no
in a world craving for certainty.
i thought that it might have been possible for you to be the one thing that'd never change,
but, oh how wrong i've been.
you are not mine.
you are His.
you have always been His
even when you didn't want to be.
you have always been His
even when you ran far                   far                    far                  away.
you have always been His
even when you said no.
you have always been His
even when you said yes to me.

you see, what i have failed to realize is that i own nothing.
nothing is mine.
all that i am
all that i have
is God's.
after all
who am i to say such things when He first gave them to me?

mother and father,
i cling to you so desperately but
you are not mine.

brothers and sisters,
whether by blood or choice
you are not mine.

pen and paper,
i have loved you for so long but
you are not mine.

and then there's you.
there has always been you
in the background
in the limelight
always somehow present
that somehow in my mind
i deemed you mine.

but like i said,
you are not mine.
you are His
fully and forever His.

I don't know what I did to make you so bitter, but it must have been worse than caring for you.

It must have been worse than putting you before anyone else,

It must have been worse than all those kind words I shared with you.

It must have been worse than kissing away your tears,
      When you thought that dark feeling inside you would never go away.

It must have been worse than trying to make you smile,  

Or telling you that your smile makes me smile.

It had to have been worse than caressing your face in the morning because
                 I loved you.

It must have been worse than all the times I was the big spoon.

It must have really been when your happiness was more important to me than my own.

The Heart is Selfless.
Literally.

When the human body gets hurt,
And life seems to be bleeding out,
It knows.

It pumps out more blood,
Stops itself from taking any of it.
Just to keep our brain, lungs, and kidneys working.

It doesn't think really think of itself,
It thinks of the needs of others.
Shouldn't love be like that too?

Is it stupid of me to like
A person like you
Is it stupid of me to think
You would change
But I guess we’re both stupid

I can’t believe the rush I felt
When you talked to me
Who would've known
It was that easy

But I remembered what you did
I can recall my tear stained face
And all the things you said
Is on repeat

But you’re so sweet
Worrying about me
And so dumb
To think I would leave

I don’t think you really know me
If you do, what were you thinking
I don’t let go that easily
Especially since you mean so much to me

And now I sit cold and afraid
Of what might happen
But then again, I’ve been through this before
Again and again

I don’t care
Can’t you see?
All I want to do
Is to speak to you

Talk to you, love you
Without worrying
That you’ll just leave me
Hanging there

This is the 21st century
Martyrs don’t exist
You might be the last of your specie
A love martyr

Don’t you know
What I need
Is not your protection
But your presence

Sadly, I can’t do anything
You've made up your mind
And I’ll accept that wholeheartedly
But don’t be surprised if I’m gone
You got what you want

And I’m gone.