If you hear and negative story about me— understand this: there was a time I could be counted on, a story in which I was giving and kind. Liars and gossips tend to forgo those parts.
There are two of me you know…
One that’s been hurt
Bound, broken and lied to
One does his best to sequester the scares he bares
And would rather stay home than face the world and have his heart torn out and trampled on again
And the other
Well he’s hopeful
And willing to take the risk
Knowing shit happens but, the sun will inevitably rise again
He still believes that true love
That IT exists
Despite the constant contrary
Those who say: you can’t, shouldn’t interrupt those who are doing!
You can’t make everyone happy. And it’s a fool errand to try.
I just need a day to cry, that’s all.
I wouldn’t consider any past relationship a failure, but a learning experience.
I didn’t want to need anybody
I’ve told you my secerts
You know that I’m guarded
My love must already be in the stars
In heaven with the other angels
Or perhaps I missed’em
Walking with my head down again
My love must live on Mars
But likely another continent
While I’m here sulking in bed
My love might have been reincarnated
Into a beautiful tree
A body of water
Or a gentle breezy
My love maybe nothing I can take home with me
My love just might be a poem
Airy and hopeful
But something’s missing
My love must live on the fifth floor
While the elevator I chose has me stuck on four
Maybe my love is the drink
My love must have assumed I was misshapen
Though I am the missing piece
I imagine my love is out there
Fighting a war
To get to me
Who could know
My ture love just might come with batteries
And require some assembling
Don’t say you love me,
When you know you’ll regret it.