I laid in bed that night with a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not winter but fall. It was back in my home. The darkness I felt winters ago, perched up on my windowsill begging the sun to shine for just one day. I felt his silence when I knew he was near. My heart was heavy and cold, I could hear his words creeping up on me in the night. It was dark. But I could feel the pain rushing back in. It was dark and there was a lonely cat outside my window.

I gifted you my heart,
But you teared it apart.
I prayed for your happiness,
But you gifted me pain.
These broken pieces of my heart,
Will they ever join again?

Your lovely voice and cute smile attracted me,
Your face was the one I always desired to see.
You already know that my love for you was true,
And I know it was a little insane.
These broken pieces of my heart,
Will they ever join again?

The truth is I loved you and I still love you.
But you lied that you love me too.
I thought you'll come back.
But I was waiting for you in vain.
These broken pieces of my heart,
Will they ever join again?

~your smiling queen :)

I found the pieces of me that were left
and carried them in the tired bags left underneath my eyes
wanting so badly to leave it all behind
and rest


©L.F.

I’m falling to pieces and I feel so alone.
I feel like I have no place to call home.

We were two halves
trying to fit
our pieces
together.

We took away
fragments of
ourselves
apart,
little by little.

Not knowing
we were already
slicing chunks
off of each other
becoming someone
we no longer
recognize.

It was then
we realized,
no matter
how much
effort we put,
how much
we stripped off,
we couldn't force
the pieces to fit.

You and I,
we weren't right
but
at least
we tried.

will you hold on to me
even if I won't be around?
will you listen to my words
even if I won't make a sound?

will you still love me
when I won't be so lovable?
will you still reach out
when I would be unreachable?

will you even miss me
if I won't ever call?
will you try to find me
when I won't like to be found?

will you still save me
when I won't like to be saved?
will you still fix my pieces
if I won't be that brave?