If I could cut all of my flaws out I would channel my inner Michelangelo and bleed for perfection.
It’s me right.
I have had very few relationships in my life.
Often finding it hard to open myself to people but once I do,
I love harder than I probably should.
Bleed more than I probably should
But what is love that is not an admission of vulnerability.
I replay everything.
Searching for the wrong move.
The missed step.
The day I didn’t give enough.
The day I didn’t bleed enough.
The day my intent first missed it’s mark and like a raging wildfire you opened up for the flames to engulf us.
I wonder what it was about her that changed your heart.
What was so loud that it could drown out the I love you and the forevers?
The orchestra of our world together was pressed to play a symphony of destruction.
Discord and chaos that was unforgiving.
It plays inside me now.
Piercing notes, shrilling through my veins like poison in my blood stream..
Using my heartstrings to form it’s melody.
I have become a wasteland of bitter sweet ballads That never became love songs
Kind of like us,
All of the notes are there
Just never quite good enough to stick.