Remnants of My Happy Heart

underneath that starlit sky are many men awaiting a lie hatred is here and love is surreal the broken and souls can never heal your heart is cold and your eyes shine red you are bent, not broken put that thought in your head. i am bent not broken or dead but i lent my heart to someone who said "i hate you my darling" with that lie in my head i joined the broken the scarred and the dead.

my empty words filled with hate anxious and depressed keeps me waiting heart thumping mind racing where's the time gone knowledge of his care his love and kind heart yet i doubt his undying affection he loves me i know it but i still can't believe it.

She chipped away at her nail polish, wishing she hadn’t shown up to the diner. “Come on, Jo, you have to eat,” he placed his finger under her chin, lifting her face to look her in the eyes. Jocelyn shook free from his grasp, “You know I can’t, Olly.” She looked out the window, watching the traffic. The rain was falling, and she was still wet from the walk to the diner. Looking back at Oliver, she felt her heart drop. His hands were in his lap, and he had been staring out the window, too. What’s going on in that mind? She knew why he had asked to meet her at the diner – it was all in his plan to get her to eat again. After all, she hadn’t had a bite for two days. “Please, Jo,” his voice was wavering, “for me?” His dark, brown eyes penetrated through her and she felt a pang of guilt. Why did I come here? She knew she wasn’t going to eat and that was torture for Oliver.             “You can’t surv...