Sitting here once again picking up the pieces of my shattered broken heart.
Trying to fit the pieces back together but there are so many to even start.
The one's my family took from me so long ago, my first love forgot to give me the one's he took as well.
So many pieces missing from this puzzle of heartache, so many stories to tell.
What's the use, it's so confusing, there are pieces that never seem to fit, colors that never match, and the box that holds the pieces is torn and tattered too.
Reaching down, chaotically tearing the finished pieces apart, through a tear stained face, I throw them into the torn and tattered box.
I will bring them out another time,try the pieces out, when there is no more breathe in me and I am done picking up the rest of the pieces of this shattered broken heart.
"No Matter How much Love you give to a person, or how much of your heart they take. Sometimes Love just isn't enough. They chose a different path to walk on a leave you in solitude once again. Alone, Broken hearted, lonely and afraid. Wondering what you have done once again for someone to push your love away. I knew his decision right from the start but yet my heart knew nothing. I gave all of my love, all of me and is was not enough to keep him here with me. I refuse to give it to another for as long as I live, I was right to keep my heart guarded, right to build this wall. I was not having anyone else come in and make it fall. So now I start to build it up again and hope that the next person to come along will not be punished."
