Will others see me like you did?
Will this be the price of fame?
I do not like who I see now –
Will all of me remain the same?
I fear it isn’t so, never was;
And I do not think it will be –
Even you lied, eventually,
Taking away the best of me.
I wish I had power to be
A man with complete security;
No one to depend on or love:
A replete identity.
Yet, if you lied about your love,
Then your thoughts on me are false, too;
Ergo, I am not incomplete,
Despite the part I gave to you.
As the sun wakes,
Thunder and lightning
Blanket his face
And shut his shining.
Might as well!
This day will be the same:
Where I suffer our love –
And you forget my name.
It is broken and I hold its pieces;
And I am cast off, unsafe and unsure;
And I am in pain as the fragments cut;
But I also feel I must yet endure.
Grave voices around me, wiser than I,
Whisper, we do not blindly feel; but know:
Yes, broken hearts shall continue to wound;
So, borne enough for now, you must let go.
Hearts Still Care 
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