Little Things in Life

Repair My Heart

It's so cliché,

But when I see you,

I see the sun.

It's so stupid,

But when I see you,

I also see the moon.

When I see you,

I think of your love,

Which isn't for me.

When I don't see you,

I think of my love,

Which is all for you.

I know I've caught it,

The cold, cold shiver of

Unrequited love.

I know you don't know,

Because you're oblivious with

Sweet, sweet love.

But every time I break,

I give you a piece of

My love-ridden heart.

And every time I break,

Your stealing a piece of

Her lover's spell.

I make excuses,

You must love me,

Look at the way you look at me.

I make excuses,

You need to love me,

My heart is all I have.

I cannot let you go,

You've stolen bits of me,

Beautifully wrapped.

You will let go of me,

All that beautiful wrapping paper,

Torn and in the garbage.

I know it's cliché,

You're the only person

Who can repair my broken heart.

I know it's cliché,

I love you,

But you don't love me.