Beautiful Beings

Whatever is left

I kneeled down
On the cold floor
To pick up the shattered pieces
Too many to pick
I should have known better
It's shards cut through my skin
Bleeding out covered in blood and pain
I wipe my tears
Not tear to shed
Big girls dont cry
You had it coming
He asked, why the drama
What the fuss is about
What is special about that thing broken and disregarded
It is not a thing, I cried
I knew better than to have it in your keeping
My heart, I cried
This is I picking up whats left of it