I once thought that i loved someone,
they were the best.l
i gave then a piece of my heart,
and he did nothing but tear it apart.
i still thought i loved him,
thinking of him each day,
seeing his eyes and smile,
hearing his voice,
it brightened my day,
and always jittery around him.
but i wasn't in love,
i couldn't be in love,
it was and is imposable,
because love isn't real,
and how is anyone,
suppose to love with a broken heart.
