He sits next to me
as i draw his name into hearts
he watches my every detail
spill onto the paper.
the red ink flushes my heart
as it is pieced together bit by bit.
his name imprinted on it.
he knows he'll always be engraved in it.
why can't he just feel the same
why do i have to go through this shit?
do i have to sit here after
i hang up the phone
and wonder what will happen?
why wasn't it him i kissed
that night under the moon?
it would have been perfect.
just as perfect as i thought that moment was.
until that moment became obscured
and another door unblurred.
i saw all your light without the dark
just like a beautiful work of art.
a picture painted straight from my imagination.
the picture of your heart.
