You picked me apart
Like a flower
Piece by piece
Until I was an empty vessel
That had nothing more
To give
And I failed
To pick up our fallen
Fragments of feelings
So the only thing left behind
Was still broken
By Chloe Elizabeth
To the boy who lied to me about everything. His name started with an A.
I wrote a much longer version of this poem in my journal in spoken word format and at the end, it says "Well, I think that's it. That's all my feelings on these pieces of paper. You will never see them." But this poem was pulled out of it carefully and basically sums up the entire thing. He will still never see it and that burns my heart just a little.