• Like a piece of notebook paper,
    A heart will always start out empty, blank.
    When you take your pencil, poised to write,
    You don't consider what side effects would occur.
    Like a heart,
    When you fall in love,
    It's like taking a Sharpie,
    And inscripting your partner's name onto your heart.
    Now it's an open wound,
    And anything that goes wrong is like another drop of alcohol.
    When it's all over,
    And you've both said your last goodbye,
    The pain is a knife,
    Tracing the ink over and over again.
    Screaming in agony, shock, and pain,
    You beg for release of this torture.
    On your knees, you plead for a rewind in time,
    Before you met him,
    When your heart was still pure, whole.
    But until you meet "The One,"
    You can't find your happily ever after,
    Your much needed reprieve.
    When you write on paper,
    If you make a mistake, all you need to do is erase.
    You can't erase a mistake made with the heart.
    For your love lost to be forgotton,
    You need to have your love found.
    Only when you have the ability to smile with ease again,
    To be happy without thinking of what you lost,
    Only then can your heart heal enough to be pure again.
    A blank sheet once more.