Let me pick up the pieces of what we had. Ill set them straight. Display them for all to see. I guess this piece goes there. it’s the biggest piece out of all of them. it’s the beginning. Where the hugs where warm and the kisses were soft. That piece goes in the middle. Surrounded by all the things we did, the things you showed me, the things I learned. The smiles, the laughs. The words we both said. The torn edges around these are not so bright. There ridged and tear at the others pulling them apart into fragment. This piece is the most hurtful it’s the memory of the past scars. The ones that wont go away. The one that wont let me get closer, the one that pushes you away. This piece, this piece isn’t so bad- it’s the memory of you walking away. At least you didn’t scream back at least we didn’t fight that time. This memory, ahh it hurts in a different way. I hurt you. I broke something special to you. I broke my own heart.
