Careless Swept onto the floor Shattering Into pieces Broken Almost beyond repair And yet time will be taken It will be fixed Days, nights Weeping, angry Loneliness The changes creep in Until Finally Whole again Riven with cracks Pieces missing But whole as it can be And the final fix Into a jar it goes Sealed tightly To be seen And not touched Safe. Protected. It hurts so badly, You see, When it breaks.
I wrote this pretty much the night I found out my ex was going for that title. I was in pain and had some real anger in me. I swore off love forever, and ***** marriage. Joke's gonna be on me...