Your redundant mistake.

I'm nothing but your redundant mistake.
The one who's love you refuse to partake.
You wrap and tangle me into your insufficient lies,
as I try so hard to hold back my heavy tears
while we exchange our repetitive good-byes.
I must say that it is so difficult when my heart is contradicting my mind,
and it is so capable of convincing me that you are the best I'll ever find.
I was taught from the beginning that there is no existence of true love,
and that it was so impossible and ignorant to even be written of.
But like these hammers and strings,
you are all that makes sense to me.
And just like my hammers and strings,
I refuse to make a redundant mistake.
So I watch you escape from my thoughts; my mind; my memory,
But I refuse to let you go from my heart; my song; my most blissful of a melody.