Tear yourself apart,
and start again,
tear yourself apart,
and begin anew,
and throw out the old love from your memory,
and rejuvenate you, rejuvenate you,
and lift yourself up from the ground,
and lift yourself up out of the ashes,
and pay no mind to old times and to only walking forwards,
and do not immediately look at the old you,
but continue,
continue forwards as best as you can do,
and clear your head with silence,
and do not think of old love, old love that has gone,
for it in the immediacy will do you no good,
and you should walk forwards and continue,
and try to be you again, and try to reclaim you,
and then look at you and at the pieces of you,
for in time the only way to repair yourself,
is to know the truth, and to define who was at fault,
and in the heat of the moment,
and in the aftermath of love,
a love shattered and broken into pieces,
the reality as uncomfortable as it may be,
will heal you,
it will heal you,
and piece by piece if you concentrate on not placing blame,
you will not get hung up on so much pain,
and the agony will not linger in your brain,
in a seemingly never-ending refrain,
and you will return to the real you,
and not the discombobulated you,
and not the broken hearted you,
but a you with renewed strength,
a new you rising anew,
a glorious you from out of the old,
a better you,
and in time a healed you and a you ready for a new you,
and maybe,
maybe ready for love,
ready for love anew.
