Thoughts that come to mind

Process

Never wanted to give my heart away,
but when I met you with me it no longer stayed.
It dwelled in a place I thought it would be safe,
only to find all this time it ended up in the wrong place.
Feelings get involved,
the heart takes control,
logic runs out the door,
when people get involved.
Hearts get torn apart,
Some heal, some don't.
Pieces on the floor,
do we truly heal
Or do we not?
We just wanna feel loved,
not weighing the cost in the pursuit thereof.
We go through the cuts
and through the tears,
hoping one day that there'll be a happy end.
Could you fix me
and if you could... I ask that you would.