I look out,
Through the blood-stained glasses,
And the broken pieces,
Of my heart,
I try to collect,
That seem to have run away.
What I didn't know was that,
It was you who took them,
And placed them in a jar,
Collecting the pieces,
As if they were trophies,
Of your conquest.
Do you collect hearts like stamps?
Do you fail everyone who ever loved you,
Or was I just lucky enough to be your victim?
Did you care?
Do you care?
Will you answer my questions,
Or laugh from afar?
Am I a fool for hanging onto,
Every last word you say to me?
You say that sticks and stones,
Can break my bones,
But you don't realize,
That words hurt just as much.
Your words rip into to me,
Exposing my vulnerable soul.
Can't you understand,
That the damage you have done,
That the scars that you have created,
Can't be removed or undone?
Those pieces,
Those pieces that you hold so indifferently.
Pieces,
Those pieces were the deepest parts of me.
What kind of human being could you really be?
What kind of person could act so viciously?
Are the fragments of my heart,
Nothing but a puzzle to you?
You think you can put it back together,
With some duct tape and some glue.
Go ahead and try to fasten,
A replica of my heart that you broke,
So that you can display it in front of others,
As you lie and laugh at their jokes.
Just know that your makeshift heart isn't real.
You stole those components from me, how does it feel?
How do you live with all the things you do?
Do you know how to care for anyone else but you?
Are you satisfied with the chaos you created?
Cause you looks to me that you really hate it
For that is your game,
You showed them,
That you're a hero of sorts.
Baby, don't think they,
Will drink your beautiful lies,
While they bleed the color of wine?
So, go ahead and take a look at yourself,
Through those cracked, blood-stained glasses.
You can try to deny it,
In front of the shadowy masses.
You played this game too long,
And now you must face the consequences of your sins.
I won't be there to save you,
When the bloodshed begins.
The pieces of my heart,
That you tore up to display.
Won't be there any longer,
Because they were never yours,
At the end of the day.
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Afterthoughts
PoetryA collaborative collection of poems reflecting the inner workings of the human mind, challenges, musings, desires, and emotions. These poems contain some of the thoughts racing through our mind when we take a step back and reflect on ourselves. Som...
