Tiny Little Pieces of Me
Shattered little pieces, shards of broken glass
falling, tumbling to the floor
Scattered over cracks and crevices
what purpose am I here for?
Teeny-tiny pieces of a splintered, broken heart
all alone, isolated, dying a slow death
I feel my heart, yet outside of me
beating, beating, more..... sloooowlyyyy.
Darkness begets us all at times
deep within our warm, beating tome
a place now hollow, devoid of hope
despair and negativity feel so much more like home.
A heart that trusts is one that loves
breathing, beating for these, lone things
entrusting itself in another's hands
for happiness and love, it brings.
The pain a heart feels when it's broken, shattered
hurts deep, down within
cutting deeply, slashing tragically
opened up, raw, crushed... never will trust again.
If I could make you realize how terribly I hurt
would you care, would you change, would you not hurt me again?
I bleed pain, every time you hurt me
Pain seeps out ever crack and crevice in my body...
through my eyes, as I see you...
through my ears, as I hear you...
through my nose, as I smell you...
through my mouth, as I say your name.
I wonder why you promise things
and never follow through
The only reason I can explain, is...
you don't love me the way I do you.
Instead of lies unending and promises never, ever kept
why, I ask, can't you be honest
telling me the way you really feel
this would be, for me, so much easier to accept.
But, the scattered pieces across the floor
I'm hoping that you'll mend
picking up those tiny, little pieces of me
my heart, that I once trusted to you
when I, once upon a time, loved you and called you friend.
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