You know that you shouldn't
Give them a piece of you.
You know that nothing but
Pain will come from it.
But you let yourself hope
That this time it will be
Different.
You convince yourself
That they will cherish that
Piece of your heart forever
And that one day, you can
Give yourself to them entirely.
Soon you realize that you
Were wrong for thinking that
They would love you and that
Your heart meant something.
The rejection stings and you
Place your heart back in it’s
Sealed box and tell yourself
That you won't open it for anyone.
But the hope blooms over and
Over again and each time
You open the box and take
A small piece of your heart
Out, only to have it rejected.
Then someone gives you
A piece of their heart and
You treat it the way you
Always wished yours would
Have been.
You decide that you
Can trust them with everything
You are and open that box
Once more.
But you find it empty and covered
In dust.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
You know that you shouldn't
Give them a piece of you.
You know that nothing but
Pain will come from it.
But you let yourself hope
That this time it will be
Different.
You convince yourself
That they will cherish that
Piece of your heart forever
And that one day, you can
Give yourself to them entirely.
Soon you realize that you
Were wrong for thinking that
They would love you and that
Your heart meant something.
The rejection stings and you
Place your heart back in it’s
Sealed box and tell yourself
That you won't open it for anyone.
But the hope blooms over and
Over again and each time
You open the box and take
A small piece of your heart
Out, only to have it rejected.
Then someone gives you
A piece of their heart and
You treat it the way you
Always wished yours would
Have been.
You decide that you
Can trust them with everything
You are and open that box
Once more.
But you find it empty and covered
In dust.
