scotch tape

pining over you
was like watching my heart break
a million times over
with no help to piece it back together.

no matter how hard i tried
i was just another face in the crowd;
a ghost you looked through
with no outstanding features to get you to stay.

my eyes followed your every move
but your feet were stomping my heart bit by bit.
i was a lost cause to you now
with no safety net to catch me if i fell.

my once full heart grips tightly to you
and i know that you can't see me ache
but can you please pass the scotch tape?

so i can try to fix the mess i made
and pick up the pieces of my heart
that pined for a daydream

that only ends in tear stains.