My heart is in pieces,
get a glue stick.
Good luck with,
trying to put it back together.
It's in a million pieces,
that are being blown away.
Once the rough exterior tore,
away it was so easy to rip it apart.
It was a growing process,
but it turned out to be my heart's biggest nightmare.
You fell for me and I fell for you,
until the day I left you for my heart's insecurities.
That made my heart fall apart,
as I was gone you fell for another.
Should I keep writing on,
or give up on the thing I still want most?
My heart may see the good memories,
but it rips a little more with each day that passes.
As the lies begin to surface,
may my heart die in pieces.
Just like it should,
just like it deserves to.
