theidiotmanifesto:

Somewhere there must be a heart
As colourless as mine, filled with hurt
And bleeding out internally, like mine. 

Maybe it will feel as though it is lost in
The tears that it has itself cried in vain,
Fooled by the prettiest lips, like mine. 

Perhaps this heart has tried to hide
The cracks in its once beautiful visage,
Touching the truly oblivious, like mine. 

And then it may bury every single kiss
In the back of a long run-away mind,
Afraid to wish upon fallen stars, like mine.