Why is it, that when our hearts are broken, and I mean truly broken, it doesn't help us move on?
Instead we linger on the pain.
If our hearts break, do we just have all the pieces in our chest, trying oh so hard to beat together in rhythm again?
Or is is because we lost a piece of our hearts?
It wasn't a shatter, but a clean cut.
We want to prove to ourselves that it wasn't for nothing.
That our heart wasn't sliced and diced for no reason.

I try not to listen long enough to hear you list your demons

There are only so many times we can say I love you before it rolls off your tongue like saying hello when greeting someone.

And something in her broke.

I never wanted to tell you this before
But you're everything I wanted and more
You're everything I'd hoped you'd be
without all the love and memories.

Hold my hand and take me out of here.

I don't want to be left here when it's all said and done,
Wondering what could have been.

Do you ever feel so far alone, that you don't even notice you are?