Poem Book

Pieces of Me You See

Yeah, I'm in a million pieces,

The piece of me you see depends on how you want to be.

Be nice, get the good pieces,

Respect, get the good pieces,

If I can trust you, you'll get the best pieces.

However,

Turn your back on being honest,

Decide to hide things from me,

And you really think, in earnest,

That you'll still get the best?

Be rude, get a bad piece,

Disrespect me, get the worst pieces,

Show me I shouldn't trust you -- get none of the pieces.

I won't want to be around you.

I don't like opening up,

I hate feeling vulnerable.

Distrust is disrespect and disrespect is rude.

Show me you really understand.

Keep my name out of your mouth,

You won't get a reaction regardless.

The way it's assumed that I'll forgive and forget,

Over and over and over...

Everyone has their breaking point...

I thought I already reached mine before --

I think that I was wrong.

You tore me a new one,

Shattered those millions of pieces into a million more,

Made my lack of emotion so much more noticable,

Made me show a side I hate,

Made me act like we're perfect strangers.

Discussions about the way others left me,

Discussions about how they aren't to be trusted;

Never once did it cross my mind to check you,

Never once did it cross my mind to doubt you.

Yeah, maybe I did trust you,

and that was the biggest mistake.

There's nothing to "get,"

Nothing at all, but your reaction to mine?

You really think that's fine?

Go on, talk about me,

Try to get my attention,

Try to reconnect with one piece of me...

Don't worry, there's a least one piece left for you,

But I won't let you near it,

Not so it gets broken again.

Distrust is disrespect and disrespect is rude.

You've shown me that that's just you.

So do me a favor, and let me rebuild.

I want to be whole again and your attempts are futile.

And it's funny how it's just been a while,

But you seem to want me around more

Than you ever did before,

But don't worry,

That's what memories are for,

Since you won't see me around.

Not anymore.