Im getting used to It (English version)

These tiny pieces,
are difficult to pick up,
scattered here and there,
my heart lies on the floor.

Ripped apart,
one million times,
seems as there is nothing left,
but there is,
more to break.

I might just let it happen,
you see,
I'm getting used to it,
sit off to the side,
and watch.

Another spell is afoot,
magic dust making my tears,
its becoming a day thing,
I'm getting used to it.

--All Poems by Tia E
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