The Truth About Love

He was broken.

Girls had come and gone, but none of them wrecking him the way She did.

She who he stayed up all night for, when she needed someone to listen to her.
She who, whenever she needed him, had to make just a single phone call.
She who took out all her anger on him, and he just took it.
She who, when needed a friend, he was a friend.
She who, when needed a date, he was her date.
She, for who he tried to provide anything and everything.
She who broke his heart

And after losing each other, She wasn't broken.

He was.
Was he capable of loving again? Would he ever be fixed? Would She ever come back to him?

But it was not She who fixed him, or came back to him, but another girl.

This girl picked up the pieces of his broken heart. She was the light in his darkness. His star in the night. With all the love and warmth she had, she melted his heart right back into shape. Warmth flooded back into his life. He was no more broken.

He had late night phone calls with her, and this time, she was listening.
He always had her when he needed her, for she was one call away.
He took out his anger on her, but she never got upset.
He had a friend when he needed one.
He had a date when he wanted one
He had everything he wanted because of her.
He broke her heart.

With mended heart and even more love, he went back to Her. She who had not done anything to deserve his love, not before, not now, not ever. She who had broken his heart, but stole it as well, never returning it, keeping him returning. She who stole him from That girl.

That girl who loved him, and cared for him.
That girl who deserved his love, but still doesn't have it.
That girl who fixed him with all her warmth.

And now, That girl was broken, the love and warmth sucked right out her.

Her heart so cold it couldn't be broken