Content With Losing

['it kills me' was all she could say]
tears fall from a broken heart
onto a page torn from a diary
full of childish ambitions and gullibility
he never gave a damn, honey
its not my fault you felt the need
to dot all your i's with hearts
and share your deepest secrets

i can see you're falling apart at the seams
back and forth, you pace the house
you can't get a grip on life
&all you have to do is breathe in and out
[it seems a simple enough task]
  [maybe it's easier said than done]

you avoid that place in the house
where the phone rang that familiar ring
and ripped your heart right out of your chest

and i admire your strength to draw a flower
without an even number of petals,
because everyone knows he loves you
falls on the fifth one
and he loves you not

&even with your lungs caving in
and your thoughts racing
you still manage to wish him well
and construct a legitimate reason to live

so write it out, baby girl
pour his empty words onto that page
and swear to god it will never happen again