brokenhearted

there is never a moment
that you will be able to possess
completely

you wont be able to save yourself
or your heart
only your memories

he will leave you
she will leave you

with pictures and pets
and nothing more than a selfish grin
"i told you so" sneer in the wind


and the heart wont grow fonder
wont think of the bigger picture
it will hurt
and bleed burgundy pain
shining through the chagrin
spilling on your lapel
staining the picture perfect idea
that this shyt works out

it dont

not until you have hurt so long
your teeth vibrate
and your tears sting the skin

maybe then
you will find something substantial
enough
to ease the pain
and hide the scars that only appear
in the light