I wrote this on the train...

It falls apart and picks itself up. Over and over like an unforgettable melody that traps itself in my subconscious. I own my heart, but it bears ur reflection. These days are fine now and I'm growing but ur eyes hold so many secrets and yet... I can see right thru to ur self inflicted wounds. No more accusing because we are both to blame and we will never be the same. But I love you baby, and I always will.