The problem with a broken heart.

 All you want to do is give the world your heart.

Your problem is you don't know when to stop.

Another line of anxiety,

Trying to run away from how you feel,

The fire in your heart,

And the need to need.

The childish notion that she breaks the spell

And you can live happily ever after

Away from your own personal hell.

Just another notch and a broken heart,

Another reason, another non start.

And everyday feels like Monday. 

As every other night 

It's just the same old brand new you. 

Diet starts soon,

And the dark clouds won't move.