I didn’t ask for her happiness,
But I had never known
The taste of my own.
When she said
If I were an ocean
Then she would love to drown..
I loved the sound.
I have never lost myself
To love someone else.
But I know the pieces of my heart
That are recycled parts,
Sacrificed by those who thought
I was something to be wrought.
I couldn’t mean to cause theirs to break,
When I didn’t know hearts came another way.
She thought I was a project,
And I thought I was a game.
I guess you can still lose when you don’t play.