Tears drown my soul in sadness.

Pinpricks of loneliness,streams of heartbreak.

They all seem misplaced when seen upon my face.

The face of apathy,of not giving a damn.

A face with lips that usually don't crave the caress of any belonging to another women or man.

But lately something as happened,something I sometimes feel is horribly wrong.

This certain something has yet to be sung in a song.

I've never thought of myself as a masochist.

Yet I continue to do this.

Throwing my heart on the ground to be trampled,instead of giving ti to be guarded.

It's funny to think of how this all started.

Just one look,a joke, a smoke.

That's all it fucking took and my scarred heart finally broke.

To have and to hold...seems like such a unrealistic,faraway dreamt dream...