I was not as in love as I seemed to be, it was all pretend. I could only fall so far before my heart would break into a thousand parts. It wasnt even he who I was in love with anyhow, it's the one I couldn't have.
Staring into the sun I welcomed the sting. There's another world behind that cornfield and I am not worthy at whatever roams in the distance.
I tore a petal from the rosy flowers in front of me. I've never been a victim of unsolicited love. I began rubbing the petal between my fingers until the color bled upon my skin.
How does it feel to breathe in rhythm against the one your soul craves? I know not.
Such a severed heart am I.
And coward at that, for loving a man who bleeds for another instead of the one who
already holds my hand.