you said it was over and hung up the phone. crying and struggling with the clasp of the neckles you gave me. i screamed, shook, and cried. my mom came running in and held me as i cried. you left and i had to put back the pieces back together. i tried to put back the pieces that you and i made. they just wont stick. there were more pieces of things that reminded me of you. i have few pieces of me than i had before. like pieces you put back when you break something. unlike me im not a doll that you can put back together. pieces are still there and i cant be myself again. i want to give you the pieces back but than i would be empty like i am today. i will always keep those pieces close to my heart.
i wrote this after my first real boyfriend in 6th grade
