I've Collected.

Though this love does not sacrifice,

my heart forgets.

I've collected many,

though this life would not let me keep.

He chooses to stay away, yet near my dreams knowing there, I will not stay forever.

See how many shackles keep my heart,

It beats erratically, cannot find its love this way.

I've drawn many, by my person

and she's left with one she can't let go.

He chooses to look elsewhere, near a glass steals a glance

knowing there, I'd always want to look.

Though this love, takes remorselessly

my heart has shrunken, to live remotely.

I've given many, with lies that they'd remain

and this life will let the shallow define me.