Rewriting The Stars

How can a heart so scarred and bruised, so cold and lost, how can a heart so broken love?

We lay so close, I can hear your heartbeat and mine, as they beat together simultaneously. Our hearts that beat so wildly, I fear they may burst from our chests to join together. Only to be closer to the other.

Smiles shine at the other and eyes tell of the emotions felt. Everyone says we're in love, but how can they know that if I'm not even sure.

I don't want to become merely a memory, an ink stain left on a crumpled piece of paper. I want to shine brighter than the sun and blind everyone who said I couldn't do it. Though it seems I am incredibly forgettable and invisible.

I'll sob and cry my heart out, drowning my sorrows in a gallon of ice-cream. But then I'll stand back up, wipe the tears from my face, put a bandaid over my heart, and move on with my life. You won't be the death of me, because you're not that special. I'll be okay without you.

Vodka burns my throat and your name hurts my head. But I'd rather be blacked out with a hangover, than stare at my hands, trying to remember what it was like to touch you.

Why didn't anyone ever tell me that you could be broken by the very one who made you whole in the first place?