Why is it that as soon as I get rejected,
my heart does that funny flop when I smell him near,
or skips a beat when I hear his voice?
Love is a pain in the ass,
why doesnt the term "just friends"
stop my heart from feeling all this pain?
I try to forget the smell that is uniquely his,
or the warmth of his embrace,
but whenever I try,
the scents reveal themselves again,
or the memories of dark nights past flood my mind.
The answer is simply because my heart beats stronger for what I can't have,
or what cannot happen.
But can my heart live with that, no?
Or will the pieces of my heart come back together and,
the story start again??
