If ever your heart should forget me, then poison not my own heart
By continuing to live an untold lie.
Leave me and take your new destiny with you.
Do not waste my precious moments that I can use
to sew up the stitches of my soul.
For every time a heart is broken
It is the guilt of the betrayer
that causes the innocent heart to suffer.
Would I be broken? Yes, as only a heart in love can be.
But I could also pick up the torn fabric of that heart
and slowly piece it together.
Maybe never as fully whole as it was
But enough to cover the wound until it can fully heal.
As love is the very essence that moves and motivates us,
So can it also drive us into extreme thoughts and actions.
Rare is the heart that chooses to never love again. So, if you shatter mine leave and don’t look back.
For a heart that can never love again, was one that never truly loved to begin with.