Heart In Shambles.

I've got a heart made of porcelain
and a mind molded of glass
I love when it shatters like rain
and the pieces crumbling by mass

My footprints leave a trail of blood
perhaps the blood of mine or my lover
another blossom refused from the bud
once more heartbreak, another rupture

I walk on roads that take me nowhere
I plant trees that bear not fruit
feed on suffering that I cannot bear
and hope love will come to my root.

For you, I gazed through strings of fire
and walked past myself before I met you
and I saw in me a fragment of lovely desire
but solace of love had remained but few

how I lost not only you,
but everything that love had sought.
how often I think of you,
but you remain to me, forever lost.