Before I met you I thought I knew what heartbreak was.
I thought it was softly shed tears
on silken pillow sheets.
And nights where you couldn't sleep,
it was when you'd look at the stars,
and they'd shine down kindly onto you.
And there would be an imagined conversation
of mutual loneliness.
But now I'm feeding on the pain of heartbreak.
Because I'd believed too much in infallible love;
Bewitched with stories of love and destiny,
and promises passed by lips with words unspoken.
I was told that tears and a hard silence would keep away heartbreak.
And I was told that in your weakest times was when they would appear,
and kiss away your tears.
I didn't know that heartbreak kept you on a line,
hooked like a fish.
It kept me yearning for you,
even though you'd broken my heart a dozen times.
Because some say the pain is an addiction,
And you would be my fix.
Don't blame me, blame psychology.
I was always too weak to resist my inner voices anyways.
So even though I'm crying hard enough to shake my bed,
and even if some nights I look at the sky to find only darkness,
my only comfort a cold glow from the moon,
just know that I'll be there looking for you the next day
