i broke my own heart
i'll write the poem, the one you know that was almost sewn. more distance behind than inside of ourselves, we've learned each other and our lackluster tells, so tell me you love me with church bells and lost wishing wells. did you ever notice the luck i struck in the encircled trails of repeat and i should have known you wanted this defeat; but it was i, the one with such quick feet; to hold; to protect and watch as what was sewn be wrecked. the memory of the couch and kissing your neck, will always trick a smile because of the never ending tire, of whom you propose me a liar with your beautiful innocence, burning desire and closet full of no single date on file.. and i pleaded for the two, seated across and now i understand why i'm considerably lost. you gave me the map free, without cost; the hustle now proving you must be the boss. i wish you the best, without any loss of everything that is you split between the troths, i should have kept the bliss of together in long lost photographs. the happiness after the toss, still had me smiling throughout understanding the key i held to a heart soft with a fiery beat, with you and i stuck behind the seat; your mothers car and the mist blue night air to my smile of you, the stars and the mist and the final kiss you needed to cross me off the list.