A mess of insecurities,
intangible to the core,
my heart’s been ripped out,
crushed, beaten, to the floor,
so many times before.
How many times will it happen, before I learn my lesson?
Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise,
to see the world through such wayward eyes,
or maybe it is, that I am blind,
to the voice I keep hidden away, inside.
A pain that’s so unbearable,
Not just a broken heart,
a broken life,
a broken mind,
some thing I want to leave behind.
Love is some thing faithful though,
I can still see the other side,
it’s where two hearts collide,
Together they join and tie.