The day you left me, it cut me like a knife. You left me shattered, and alone. I don't want to do this anymore, I can't take this pain any longer. I've been through enough already, you have just made it worse. A person will come and mend the pieces every now and again, the first time, I felt nearly perfect again. Then I fell apart once more, each time I was put back together, the bond became weaker. I'm like a puzzle; border is easy to build, I'm easy to break down, and the main piece that matters the most is the hardest to figure out, and fix. My heart is the center of my puzzle, I'm a 3D jigsaw that nobody can fix, that is because my heart is broken, what's not broken, is just missing altogether. I'm tired of little pieces being lost each time I am put together again, because it's the little pieces that matter. I really hope the next person trying to fix me, realizes I'm too broken, and just throws what's left of me away.
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My Book Of Poems
PoetryThis is just a book of poems I have wrote, and people I know have wrote. If you have a poem, and are willing to let me upload it in my book, let me know, and I will upload it, giving you 100% full credit.
