13 Took You Two Years to Win My Heart
Gundam Wing
took you two years to win my heart
then two words to break it
the love you ignited,
you firefighted and roared
bellowing into the rainy night
they say heartbreak is good for the skin
but all that it's helped is my drinking
picking fights with myself and my friends
and my friends threatening to do me in
took you two years to win my heart
then two words to break it
more surprising than two years of lying is how people let you get away with it
saturday sleep-ins with no distractions
summer sun and songbirds
once kept afloat on a venetian boat
blotted out by your two words
mighty leon, wind the tape
and be sure of one thing
every song from a heart this mangled
will be draped in strings, strings, strings
Heero drank, because it seemed like the right thing to do. He kept his head down over the glass, breathing the fumes in between gulps, not crying. His whole body ached, his head felt like a bubble, or a balloon hardly attached to his neck. The world was a fuzzy distraction from his misery.
This was not him. This melancholy was not him. He had tried, he had tried so hard not to get tangled up in the love of another person, because he knew it would end like this. It hurt, worse than any physical wound, and worse because it was so unexpected.
He couldn't shake the image of that apologetic face, and it's over as though that was all there was to say in the world. He hated feeling this sorry for himself, and the alcohol blotted it out only a little. Relena, who had clung to him all that time, who had begged and pleaded and bothered and complained, had tangled his heart up inside her own and then broken it apart. It was the end of the world.