You’ve no idea
How many times
I’ve written our story
Differently in my head

Each time
Something
Close to love
Deeper than the last

Every rewrite
Getting closer
To happily ever after

But somehow
Whenever my pen
Touches the paper
To write our story

The ink only knows
How to bleed tragedy

I keep walking
This same path
Knowing it leads me
To nowhere
But misery

I need to find
The strength
To turn right
Instead of left

But I know
That if I do
I’m closing
The only door
To you

I guess I’ve known
That door
Was never open
But still
I kept trying
To walk that path
That lead to nowhere

You and I
We were like
A half finished sketch
Never quite complete
Maybe because
We were scared
That the reality of us
Could never be as beautiful
As the idea of us

And so eventually
We put the drawing away
Only to be pulled out
Now and then
To imagine how beautiful
It might have been

In a different time
And in a different life
I could have loved you
Better than you’ve ever been

And maybe, just maybe
You could have loved me
The way I wish you did

But this isn’t a different time
And it isn’t a different life
This is now, this is here

And I will never know
What it could have been

Too filled with memories
Of love that never quite
Balanced out
Always loving someone
More than they deserved

Her heart was too big
For a world such as this
She never seemed to find
The kind of love she deserved

She grew weary
Of a heart always broken
So she pulled it out one day
She held it softly for a moment
Before she set it to flames

She walked away
Looking back only once
To see her heart was now
Nothing but
Ashes on the ground