If I broke it in to pieces and gave each facet away
This is the part that loves everything
This is the part that hurts because it never feels like it’s enough
This is the part I crushed in my fist, I don’t remember what it was it’s dust now
Like the ashes I’ll drop it
This part loves him
But it also loves
Wishes it could love him too.
This part has given in and withered, it thought it could help and only wanted to be needed.
Charcoal apathy.
The bitter pill of expectations.
This one always sings dear you
This one always knows where everyone is.
Even if I’m wrong, it tells me their names and I think of them.
This part wanted a companion
This part wanted a friend
A heart is a selfish thing, it wants
Without it see I don’t want anything.
How am I supposed to keep looking for tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
There’s so many.
So many meaningless tomorrows.
And even more meaningless yesterdays.
I thought I’d go buy some flashy sports car or something with my midlife crisis instead this
It happened
And the end was the end
And goodbye never came
Because hello never came either.
I don’t think it’s worth it
I wish I could be happy.
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