• My heart is ribbon but it still useful
    torn to shreds but it can still make a bow.
    It isn't so bad and I'm not afraid
    to see the the hole my chest
    and the mess that he made.
    At least I have a reminder that he was there.
    The taste of his lips and the sweep of his soft hair.
    So it has to be and always will be this way.
    I tried to play for keeps and he just needed to play.
    I close my eyes as my tears just fall,
    knowing there's no one who would answer my call.
    I stand here in silence and accept my defeat
    and toy with my wound that's starting to seep.