Path

I sit here with duct tape and glue,

with the remains of what once was my heart.

Trying to find all the pieces to put back together,

but just crying knowing that you stole some.

Taping the good memories back together,

wanting to throw away the bad.

But understanding, that it is what makes me...me,

and wanting to fill the shattered holes,

with something or someone new.

Knowing now you are nothing but a part of my past,

The past that makes me who I am now.

The path that shows my bright future,

The light which shines now through my broken heart.

Author's Note

Just had to write.

Reviews

[Sarmelendez]

this is really good