A little part of me
Is always left behind
As I grow older
The smaller those pieces become
As a child I would hand out
Quarters of my heart
to those who would take it
Only to receive a veiled rejection
But still a sliver would follow
taken by them
Short friendships only resulted
In battered parts
Returned with fractures
Patched together with tape and staples
Smaller and smaller still
Is left untouched
Undamaged
Everything returned
Except slivers and chunks
Torn from me
Only those taken care of
Does the hole go unnoticed
Filled in with a part of you
Never love
Love would mean
the shy little thing
that's left of my heart
to be given in its
Entirety
But stll I'll lend you
A little bit of me
But just for a while