love is tender

Love is a tender thing
 It's the soft look you gave me whenever I complimented you
 The way your eyes squinted up when you told me that you loved me
 The way you get flustered when we talked about politics because you were so worried that I was going to judge you
 You see, love is a delicate thing
 We could be star crossed one day
 Then tomorrow, I'm Romeo, you're Juliet, but we both drank the poison
 I'm alone again, and my head is so noisy
 See, I was the one knocking at the door of your heart, and you answered
 Until you looked over my shoulder
 And saw the line of perfectly contoured smiles, sweet lies, and desires waiting behind me
 The men who didn't cry themselves to sleep more often than not
 The men who could make a decision and stick with it without doubting themselves
 You wanted casual perfection but I was a broken catastrophe
 So I bury myself in the dirt
 And I'll write poems about my sad thoughts until my last day
 And I watch as the beautiful leaves in my brain from autumn turn icy cold
 Because of how quickly this all turned to winter, I wasn't prepared
 Because you would look me in the eyes and tell me that you loved me every day
 And I believed it
 I believed that the snake-like lies fed into your brain could be overcome
 Because damn it, it's not your fault
 You've been playing poker, but from the very start, you were dealt a bad hand of cards
 And the dealer laughs as your aces turned to twisted faces sneering at the tears on your face
 The spades begin to melt as my smile fades
 I was the king of your heart
 You were the queen of diamonds in the rough that was lost
 Once again, you were dealt a bad hand
 But baby, you played regardless
 You didn't care that the odds were against you, you still played
 But you forgot one important detail
 The house always wins
 And I guess I was a fool for thinking that we could replant those seeds and grow strong together
 For thinking that two broken hearts can repair as one
 But we were facing love that was forced into exile
 Don't show your face around this city again or risk being executed
 Love is tender
 So maybe my tears will speak for me and tell you how much I miss you
 Love is delicate
 You'll choose those perfect bodies and souls of the ones waiting in line behind me every day
 Love is fleeting
 And although the love is still there
 It was just forced to be forgotten