Wreckage

When will I learn the difference between sweet words and true ones? I don't open my heart to everyone but when will it finally be the right one? Everyone is so good at pretending, I can't tell the difference anymore. When the time finally runs out I am left knocking at a closed door.

Reality sets in and I am alone again. Time spent is now time wasted and we're not even friends. I come down from the high I'm on like a plane crash in mid-flight. My heart beats hard and my chest feels tight.

I am the wreckage on a mountain. No rescue team in sight. I am left to pick up the pieces and pretend everything is alright.

But I drowned myself in thoughts I bury myself with scenarios. I tell myself everything happens for a reason, and that's just the way life goes.

I act like it doesn't hurt me, like my heart can take the fall. But how long must I break my bones for love before I choose not to love at all.