"The Beauty of the Chase is When You Crash"
What about me is beautiful?
What about me that made you fall in love?
I'm a horrible person.
Selfish, greedy...Doubtful, insecure.
Full of complaints and bitching...
Controlling. Indecisive. Unsure.
I'm naive...And a realist.
I wish upon dreams and when I get one I throw it away.
I never believe in the things that I should.
It's the things that let me down, that's where I put my faith.
I've been down this road before...
And I'm still not ready for the crash.
This time could be the death of me.
How many more times can I survive before my last?
They say listen to your heart,
But my heart is torn apart...
Torn into pieces too small to put back together
Every piece just as fragile as the last.
It's like a puzzle I've yet to master,
And I don't know if I ever can.
So how can I listen to something so indecisive?
Something so broken down...
But its the strongest part of me,
The strongest organ around.
It can keep on breaking,
And maybe it'll never be whole...
But its still full of all this love it holds.
Every piece another part of the puzzle.
Every piece has its place.
Where they fit I may never know...
But that's the beauty of the Chase.
© Copyright NMJ 2012
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