Oh what a trail of broken hearts we leave behind!
Though love is blind,
Those hearts are those we dared to share,
And shared to dare the
Intricate simplicities of life
With the complexities of love.

All broken hearts comprising our trail are our own.
Let it be known,
Each one was ours but a few hours,
And for a few hours, ours was theirs,
Complicating simple lives,
With simple loves.

Our trails left and trails made others follow and cross again,
Just as insane
As once we were when we took a heart,
Simultaneously loved and tore it apart,
Piecing together our now complex heart
From simple love-lost parts.

Only the most wholesome of hearts we now possess,
Still just as obsessed,
For though our heart’s now covered in scars
Our heart’s grown back stronger than ’twas in the past,
Complicating simple loves
With simple lives.