Lost Dove

An arrow shot from half way across the globe, fiery words of an old girlfriend
Protection from the rain, it will never be that way again
So my heart sits on the plate before me, sliced open to be viewed by passing eyes
And to show them all of how this romantic died.

I can’t believe that it has really been this long
Or even that you could truly be that far gone
Was it me and the pride it took to come serve
Or something evil that I’ve done
And this is what I’ve earned.

Then it happens once again, in my head your face appears
Unable to hold it back, my eyes begin to tear
Not for the loss of love or the way I was ditched
But by the fact that I said I love you to such a bitch

So did it feel good in the end to know that you’ve won
Is the pain in my words really that much fun
A bloody mass now sits within my destroyed chest
Awaiting the attention of another whore’s best

I know it’s probably not right to wrap them all in the same bunch
It’s hard not to when you’ve been served up as lunch
Gossip of wolves cutting through veins
Gnashing of teeth, only a fool remains
I’ve been torn time and time again
Piece by piece, there’s not much left to be found
But as a romantic I was born, hopeless I’m bound

So leave me be in what’s left of this empty shell
Stuck in the dark, my own private hell
Wandering lost, I can’t find my dove
Stumbling about, I can’t find love

— Originally Published November 23, 2004 —