In the pursuit of happiness
I found you,  but somewhere I lost me
You set my heart on fire
You set my dreams free
I loved our little chatter
I loved your every little thing
But now that I look back
It all just leaves a sting

I never realized when you drifted apart
I still kept holding onto the string
You crushed my little heart
And all I could do was sing

Sang the songs of my pain  
Sang the songs of my screams
I never knew it was all in vain
It was all just a broken dream

How do you
Forgive yourself
For all the
Things that
You never
Became?

Thats the thing about poetry,
you think im talking about a
broken heart,
when really,
Im talking about a broken
world.

Is a game of chess,
And we as pawns are being played.

i need to stop
setting myself on fire
to keep you warm.

When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting