Endless Reasons...

Maybe it was your five o’clock shadow
At three in the afternoon
It could have been your vocabulary
And your wounded soul I wanted to repair

Your theories on life
And religion
And how god fucked you over

I wanted to mend your
Shattered heart
That you so simply gave away
Only to have it returned in a 500 piece jigsaw puzzle

You were the rubix cube
I wanted so desperately to solve
I didn’t want to give up on you

You were blind
Maybe I was too