Confessions Of A Broken Heart

I wrote a poem about you
I wrote a poem for you
It was very true
It was a piece of me and you

I wished you could feel my words
I wished you could hear my heart chords
Be my relief of these life chores
Be my emotional bones

I had a dream about you
I had a dream for you
The dream didn't come true
The dream was lost in the blue

I saw you in my dreams
I saw you as an angel of black and white films
Smiling to me in tunes
Holding promises, flowers and moons

I tried to hug you
I tried to draw symbols for you
But the more I got closer to you,
The more you withdrew

I wanted us to be each other's routine
I wanted us to be each other's morphine
I wanted you to save me from spleen
I wanted you to save the anti-heroine

I tore up my poems about you
I tore apart my dreams about you
I tore up my poems for you
I tore apart my dreams of you

I let you go away
Be someone's else reverie
I let you go away
Fall in someone's else reverie

And I missed you
In my memory I searched for you
If only you understood my symbols
If only I believed in my illusions
...You're still on my mind
It's nobody's fault but mine
I should erase and rewind.

March 9th, 2009