We were a broken mirror, we weren't perfect, we saw the flaws and we saw the potential, we tried, we didn't hold back but that mirror held an image that could never be fixed only replaced. I could use this mirror but at what cost? Those cracks in the mirror are now my scars, my pieces. I’ll live with it.

I pick up these broken pieces from the floor, I see them shimmering in the light, broken by the hands of a *****, these pieces were the only thing that gave me life, a stranger came beside me a dropped to a knee, collecting the pieces I've yet to receive, ran away with them and vanished into thin air. I'm still alive...

Stepped out my front door, cold breeze I wiped the moisture from my cheek, I couldn't leave the residue, for it was a new day
Same me, old routine, just a new day...

I did not need you
I craved you, your kisses tore me apart,
I couldn't get enough, I was your doormat
Forever there when you needed
Until you moved

You gave my heart somewhere to go you gave it life and I called it home. Around every corner through every turn, I gave my all,  lessons learned. Everyone has a story that justifies their bad decisions. Every mirror reminds me of what we were. I see you in every mirror, a ghost, a soulless image

Your tires sped off
in the direction of tomorrow
while I sat below a streetlight in
the wasteland of yesterday.

Its artificial glow created
silhouettes of occasional by-passers.
(Their footsteps scraped against cold
pavement and the sound reverberated
in my ears like your name.)

Car engines echoed from blocks
over and I mistook them as whispers
from ghosts of our clouded past- reminding me
that we were both once children of the open road;
although, I’m now orphaned on familiar lines of double yellow.