Beauty is Free..

.. is it really?

there is a stairway to my heart..
you can see it from the kitchen window.
i know that leaves breathe while they're attached to the stem.
i go, you go, I'm buried here.
am i tougher than her? him?
i find love in the warmth of others.
male, female, it doesn't matter to me,
it never has. i love whom i love.
and right now, i love quite a few.
but never again will it be you.
would it be bad, if the next time i saw you,
i turn your face partially black and blue?
oh, don't worry, what i said is not entirely the truth.
i'm too good to hurt you like you did me.
i'm still picking up the pieces, i've seemed to of
misplaced parts of my heart in the rug,
measly me, i simply vacuumed them all up.
i'll just have to make amends, adjustments, go down to my laboratory
and create a new, beating thing.
obviously, this one wont be as easy to break..
there is more time, why am i in such a rush?
things aren't good, when they're hastily put together.
breathe. breathe, breathe..i think i love you.
oh but i really don't want to. i really don't.
but i cant help it that i do.
you smile, i smile, i know you love me too.
but we'll really never be, fully intertwined with one another.
it just won't be...sadly... unfortunately.