A heart that's split into three.
A piece with me,
a piece with you,
and a piece with him.
I would've loved to give it all to you,
the whole of it.
But it never was whole to give.
I would've loved not to have found
what's missing in you with him.
Maybe then the guilt wouldn't of eaten
the piece that's within me.
Now it's half a heart that's split into two.
I piece with you,
and a piece with him.
While you were the dark storm that
forcefully clashed in to me,
he was the ray of sunshine,
brightening up my days.
While you drained the whole of me,
he brought me back to life.
While you washed me with sorrow,
he showered me with ecstatic joy.
He was the adventure
I needed away from you.
He was a faint memory,
reawakened.
He was ready to rejoin forces,
to satisfy what we once shared:
"A long lost love."
He was the butterflies,
the timid cheeks,
the pounding heart,
all whilst you were the tears,
and the heartache.
He was the late night on forbidding roof,
the trespass to an abandoned building,
the fireworks at 12:00,
the adventure I needed away from you.
And so I got away from you,
left you,
on what was supposed to be,
a morning that's ours.
I think it's the guilt,
juggling the pieces of hearts I was given,
and killing me.
Hearts are not meant to be played with,
and I thought I'd be able to catch both of yours,
along with mine.
I wanted it all, the adventure,
and the safety I once found with you.
But I dropped them all.
Bleeding on the ground is how I found them.
Pieces of bloody meat mushed together.
His, was not though.
It was just mine and yours.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoesieHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
