I broke my heart into a puzzle of pieces
hoping to rebuild the empty people that I met.
Each one asked for a sliver,
but just one was never enough.
I discovered people were more hollow than full,
and that they took more than they gave.
Soon I was the empty one,
my fragmented love living in those
who had already left.
What a breathtaking hell you must endure
to search for yourself in the people you have loved,
but lost.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
I broke my heart into a puzzle of pieces
hoping to rebuild the empty people that I met.
Each one asked for a sliver,
but just one was never enough.
I discovered people were more hollow than full,
and that they took more than they gave.
Soon I was the empty one,
my fragmented love living in those
who had already left.
What a breathtaking hell you must endure
to search for yourself in the people you have loved,
but lost.
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