IT BREAKS MY HEART
It breaks my heart
to see how messed up
I was left
how doubtful I became
how insecure of who I am
or what to feel
or how to behave to a man.
How I was torn apart
to the point
I can’t believe
if someone loves me
and can’t distinguish
If I’m a good ass
or someone to be appreciated by
intellect or capacity
If I’m just a girl in a row of girls
Walking by
Passing by
so transient
Or if I will remain
in the memory of those who’ve shared me
some of the limited time life gives us.
It kills me
how broken I am
that unwillingly I fuck up
everything good thing that arrives
With wrong attitude
And things I should not say,
or caring too much
or feeling too much
in all senses of the word
It breaks my heart
how messed up I am
how i was torn apart
how I was destroyed to bits
and yet, still, I gather the tiny
little smithereens
of my heart and,
as if I had never met no evil
had never been beaten
had never been abused
had never been lied, cheated
and left behind, which I was,
I gather my pieces and offer them
to you.
