Oh, bittersweet romance.
Curse me for lifetimes,
then offer me two hearts?
Ropes of friendship,
eternally binding, souls
of lovers entwined:
Yet this love is different.
Hearts implode at a flawed smile,
memories thaw emotions.
His broken heart pumps
butterflies through my dusty veins.
Surely, this isn't friendship,
is it?
The second, perfectly intact.
A heart brimming with companionship.
Lover, certainly, yet the memories
are not common, knowledge unshared.
Could I give my heart to a stranger?
Yet,
could I trust it with a flawed soul?
Oh, bittersweet romance.
You have truly torn
my heart to pieces.
