Junkyard Love

I see your scars on your wrist
the red tracks
chonical your pain
the tears in your eyes
and the lie in your smile
the empty stare
and the steely glare
the broken heart
scattered spare parts
you run after it...
Junkyard Love.

quick fixes and
momentary glimpses
you deny it all
and struggle not to fall
you never sleep
and seldom eat
ready to claim defeat
from this battered
and torn, broken
and worn,kind of
Junkyard Love.

LOOK at me.
It's you, I see.
I break and I ache
for YOU.
LISTEN to me.
I love you.
now...
Let me listen to you.
And hold you.
And show you a true
love; the First Love.