pieces of my heart
float in the sky
away, away, away
out of my reach,
above my head
they race to the sun
toppling over one another
which part will get there first?
i'm sure
that i will feel it
there is love
and hate
and lust
and betrayal
and hope
and hopelessness
all of the pieces
wave goodbye to me
and i watch them,
flying to the sky
a trail
of my life
there are too many for me to count
and all of them blend together,
in the sunlight
it blinds me
i cannot see
but i can feel my heart leaving me
YOU ARE READING
broken bikes
Poetrypoetry is a vice. ➳ 2014 watty awards winner for poetry ➳ gorgeous cover by @mountainy