I was a fool
To consider I could be a first choice
I could be someone's true love
I was such a foolYou didn't pick me
I understand why though
I wouldn't pick me either
You don't want my callused heartI just needed time to heal
My heart was already broken
But I gave the pieces I had left in hopes to keep you by my side
But this bed is still as empty as the whiskey bottles littering my floorMy heart is aching
Not like the ache of cloudy day
But like standing in the eye of a hurricane
Surrounded only by disaster
Knowing no matter what I do I'm gonna get hurtI'm happy for you
At least I'll say I am
But I'll watch from my bathroom floor
Swimming in my tears hoping that if I cry enough maybe I'll drown in themI've lost them all
I made a decision for my future
And now I'm laying all alone wishing I could have someone to hold me while I rock back and forth
Keeping time with the anxieties that beat their drums of depression on my heartI am an empty glass
I was once full of love and compassion but I gave all of my love
in an attempt to love myself and everyone took it
But they didn't give any backI know one day I will find the one
My one true love and we will be happy
But will he want to pick up the pieces of my heart,
Laying shattered on the ground like the beer bottles crushed in drunken rageYou took what I gave you
Every single one of you
And you left me
Shivering
Cold
And aloneAnd all I wanted was to show you how much I loved you

YOU ARE READING
Something Broken
PoetryA collection of poetry I pulled from the pieces of a broken heart.