A Hopeless Romantic's Corner

pieces

I could break and bend

and shatter like glass

bend until my bones poke through my skin

bend,  break, shatter 

a cycle on repeat 

I could fall to pieces 

right at your feet

I break into pieces

over and over again

You put me together

and break me apart

until the pieces no longer fit

a puzzle that no longer matches

where the pictures on the pieces have faded

You told me I was your perfect little doll

as you dressed me up

and broke me down

and threw me away when the night was done

you broke my heart

and tore me apart

until you decided to move on

you left me broken and defeated

and I had to pick up the pieces