Crashed Heart

Walking away from a car crash of a heart,
red lights of an ambulance flash brightly enough.
Desperately choking on my own salty tears,
I try to catch your hands in mine.

 

If love is not suppose to hurt dreadfully,
I guess I’m just a pile of broken pieces.
Maybe I’m not fit to be Cupid’s victim
for my resistance is fruitless.

 

Walking away from a car crash of a heart,
I run to the solitude of my own bed.
All alone I sleep the feelings away
next to the void right beside me.

 

If this is giving up,
then I’m giving up
on flawless love.