My eyes dripped of sadness. Tears, streaming. From the face of a boy who thought he knew what love was. You broke me, you all did. A life full of lies, a story that wouldn't end well. Maybe it was me. I walked through hell heated flames, for those who claimed I melted their heart. But they put out the fire in my soul with their cold hearted ways.
You had many lovers, yet you begged me to stay. Claiming I was the moon and they were just burnt out stars. But see, stars still shine bright, after death they still cast light. And so I should've known that your heart still beats to the rhythm of another love song.
You asked of me to let you hold my fragile heart in your hands, making a promise to protect it from the harsh dangers of being dropped. I warned you that even the slightest bruise or crack will shatter it beyond repair, still you showed no type of care. I watched you thow it against the hard pavement, and stomp on it with a smile upon your face, yet you looked me in my eyes and told a thousand lies. Claiming to have accidentally tripped and fell and shattered my poor little heart.
But darling I'm no longer blinded by those flames I walked through. I see through you. I know you're no good, yet I still picked up the pieces of my non repairable heart and gave it a new start. I handed you the tools to fix it, and you left it there. On the concrete, and I watched as strangers walked by and stepped on it as they went forward with their journey to find love.
No one cared. They watched my poor heart wither away, piece by piece. Day by day. Until an angel walked this say. She walked with her head down, and I could hear her sob silently. But no one payed attention. It was as if the world was unable to see how much pain she was in. She had her patched up heart on her sleeve. Her shoes looked soaked, from the oceans she crossed for undeserving lovers. Her hands had 3rd degree burns, from the flames she walked through. And at that moment I knew, she was hurting too. So much pain, so much sorrow.
She approached my crushed heart, and stopped. She starred and whispered "gold". Picking up the pieces, watching to make sure no one else got a hold of my heart. She ran off with it, and the next day she returned. She handed me my heart and I couldn't believe my eyes. I almost didn't recognize it. She held up a mirror to let me see my big smile and my cheeks turned rose pedal red.
I let her keep my heart as a gift, and in return she ripped her patched up heart from her torn sleeve, and placed it in my hands. And so I gave her a crown, reminding her that she was a Queen, and in order for the crown to remain in good condition she must keep her head up high and walk with pride. I shined her big beautiful heart until I could see my reflection, and wore it as a necklace, it rested on my chest, close to my ribcage, where my heart should be. And for the rest of our days we held on to each other's hearts, protecting it from the cruel world.
She made a man out of a boy. And turned that man into a King. And so I gave her something far more promising than a ring. I gave her my word, I gave her my time, I gave her my heart, I gave her my soul. and she gave me hers. We made love without ever taking our clothes off. No physical contact was needed to feel her touch. She proved her loyalty, and expressed her love. And it was obvious, it all made sense.
The flames we marched through, the oceans we crossed, the rain that poured Down on our fragile hearts, the storms we faced. It was worth it. Because at the end of the journey I found the other half of my soul. And we created a new path, together, hand in hand, I found a Queen who made a King out of a man.
