Wounded heart

Am I unfortunate, cuz love that was meant to heal me has broken me to a thousand pices.

I mad my self to believe in love but the truth is it's all a big lie. I seams like am a piece of shit left behind the border line where even my loudest prayers can't be heard. I hate to admit this fact but am slowly transiting to a dead monster in the body of a broken man

Made to believe that love is the greatest gift of all but maybe they meant it the other way. Each an everytime I start feeling the connection, that's the time I find myself broken the more.

Now I know Mother wasn't wrong at all when she told me son no one would ever love you like do.

I think it's time for me to stop chasing

It's time for me to quit racing

Cuz am already tired of the cast in this movie

One name still lives where my first wound was made,

Her voice knows every crack I tried to hide.

She holds my son, and holds the doubt I’ve faced,

A love that pulls, but won’t let me reside.

The other walks like all my quiet prayers

Took shape in step, in laugh, in steady eyes.

She feels like home I never dared to claim,

Yet choosing her means letting old love die.

So here I stand, between the past and now,

Not asking who I love, but how to mend

The heart that holds them both, and does not know how