I drew a picture of you and I inside a heart.
I got it tattooed on my arm.
A permanent screw attaching me to my muse.
Because from you I believed that I would never want to be apart
I was on a love high which had me feeling beyond cloud nine.
But things ended almost as soon they did start.
I was left with an image of fake reality on my arm.
It was to be the alarm that would ring every time.
To remind me that forever is far from now.
To make me question life
To make me ask how do you know if it’s really love?.
Heartbroken my heart sang song.
A song that told a story.
A story about how for loving I’m regrettably sorry.