Fragmented pieces of my heart
are scattered on the floor.
As I try my best to comprehend,
"I don't love you anymore."
My mind is racing to and fro.
My heart is beating fast.
As my world comes crashing at my feet, a replay from my past.
Why is it I can't win this game,
no matter how I try?
Don't I deserve to be in love?
Or do I only deserve to cry?
I cannot make you love me
no matter how I feel.
I cannot change the circumstance
by pretending this isn't real.
So I pick my heart up off the floor,
and I slowly walk away;
leaving behind what once was mine,
as there's nothing left to say.
Someday I may be whole once more,
but surely not today
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
Petals soft as silk itself,
Pressed in a book upon a shelf.
Memories they leave behind
Remind me of another time.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC