Salvage It

Hormones rage through your mind.

You want him to notice you.

You want him to like you.

You want to throw yourself at his feet,

Beg him to notice you,

Beg him to want you,

Beg him to be your Romeo.

You want him so badly,

You are blind to facts:

You don't need a Romeo.

Romeo strips away layers,

And I'm not talking clothes, honey.

He'll take things from you:

Rationality, focus, time...

You bleed your soul into one,

"The one", or so you thought.

He scrambles your emotions,

Like the breakfast you long for,

Awaiting you after a night of ecstasy.

You won't even get a night.

There are going to be sleepless nights.

Believe me, they will hurt.

All those boys you thought were men,

All those people you hoped would be

The Clyde to your Bonnie,

Though you didn't realize

Clyde was toxic and killed Bonnie.

Romeo's love stabbed Juliet.

The heart thinks it knows,

But you never know.

Take those emotions,

Not the ecstatic hormonal emotions,

But the heartbreak and the sadness,

The emptiness and the loneliness,

And that God awful confusion,

And lock it in a box.

Keep the key on your sleeve

And put your heart away.

Use that heart for blood,

Otherwise, you'll be burnt out, love.

Take them for face value, sweetie.

They are talking dildos

Just as you are a walking vagina.

You don't need one right now.

You need those experiences

Without the lifelong scars

From holding a bad one for too long.

Keep them at arms length,

Hold the leash.

You control this dynamic.

I know your stubborn ass-

Don't make that face; it's true!

You will fall and latch onto them

As a puppy does a new owner.

You will trail their every move,

Aim to please them,

Try your damnedest to be

Everything they could ever dream.

I know you, love.

I've done it too many times.

Puppies nip at each other

Even when they are in love.

This means these relationships

Have Chernobyl's toxicity.

So, listen up, my little reflection.

You are going to get hurt.

You are going to be broken.

You are going to experience Hell.

Pieces of you will fall like dandruff.

Salvage them.

You are going to be a smashed up machine,

And the mechanic needs the pieces.

Don't let those people steal your parts

And pocket the money from your scraps.

Take them back and repair yourself.

Rebuild your armor.

Redraw your weapons.

Re-calibrate yourself before the world,

Even if your motherboard is in shards.

Because this, too, shall pass.