How Can You Let Doubt Lead You The Way You Do?

You’ve broken my heart into a thousand different pieces, in a thousand different ways Each time I wonder if this will be the last It isn’t; Somehow I always manage to forgive you

Collected

You collect hearts    the way others collect shells Shiny hearts full of love    you are too scared to return Holding them to your ear    to admire the way they admire you Then back on display    until your ego needs another stroke There my heart sits in your display case,    dripping love and devotion Among the other trophies,    stolen by the heart collector

I know better I just ache for it so deeply I am willing to risk my sanity

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