I’m stuck between loving who you are and needing deeply to be with the person you could be.
Because it’s not fair to be continuously cutting out
I’m slowly taking away pieces of my heart, and my body doesn’t really want to be cut apart.
But I hope that I can sit there and smile and say it’s fine even though I’ve done it a million times, just to make you better, to keep you as mine.
I’m pushing the little fragments of me onto you,
but the pieces don’t fit and they won’t stay glued.
I could see that as I pushed more little parts of my heart onto yours, and they wouldn’t stick I had to take a
The pieces of me could not and would not be, what you needed to live happily.
And as I gave so much of me away, the love I had in my heart for me had withered and gone grey.
And then I was left with the heart that had pieces missing and they didn’t fit and they wouldn’t stay glued, because I was holding onto memories of the old me and you.
I can’t give you parts of my heart because my pieces don’t match and that’s okay because, I don’t think you really want them to.
My pieces will grow back, harder and pricklier than before, because they will remember the pieces I once gave to you.
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