Broken

You broke it
And it can't be fixed
What's done is done
Except I'm the lonely one
My heart still jumps when you're close
My eyes still seek you out
My lips quiver, eager to break the silence
Eager to beckon you in
But those times are over
A new era has begun
You're the USSR
And it's a cold battle we find ourselves in
I've armed myself with angry songs
I tap into sage words
Words that remind me of what's real
That remind me of what never was
I've invoked an impenetrable force field
To help protect me against you
I'm arming myself against myself...
Trying to douse the raging fires of a love that burns so deeply within me that it proves treacherous to my resolve, to my well-being
You tricked me with words delivered with surgical precision
My fanciful mind and blinded heart aided you like trustworthy traitors
Yet your actions never lied
They were beacons of honesty in a world painted dark by the lies that flowed from your lips
With time your actions morphed into shrapnel, each cutting deeply with it's undeniable truth
Ultimately your own actions defeated your efforts
But it's all too late
The body count is in
A tally of one lacerated heart, a crushed soul, and nearly destroyed pride lie between us
My heart... My soul....... My pride
Perhaps I can resucitate them one last time
Perhaps I can walk away with my head held high enough to accept defeat without conceding to it
I'm the walking wounded
I'm broken,
But I'm still a fighter
I'll find a way to piece myself back together

1/15/10 - 7 train to qns