Late Night Thoughts

o d e t o m y b r o k e n h e a r t

You red hot, heavy beating, drum of life
You organ filled with the essence of emotion that you transfer to my brain through veins lined with insecurity
You broken down piece of machinery just waiting for a little love
A broken heart they call you
You feel the pain of something that can not be explained
You cause the tears that wash the ever present lip gloss stained imprint on my left cheek
You sing a song for someone who does not hear it
They say you march to the beat of a symphony only you can hear, letting the beat flow through you
You cause an uproar inside of me when she is near
And when she hurts you, that pain is felt and a piece of you breaks off
Until you are nothing but a pile of glass shards of hopelessness left over in a pile of dust that blows away with the heavy breath of my sobs