Minus the enthusiasm.
And I am no longer
That little girl
Who would do anything
For your smile.
Every few nights
You pop into my dreams.
I can't get rid of you
Like you got rid of me.
Strange how laughter looks like crying
Without sound
And how raindrops taste like tears
Without pain.
When your heart gets broken,
You start to see cracks in everything.
Why is it
That no matter how much pain
Your heart endures by holding on
It still refuses to let go?
There's only so much heart in a girl to be broken.