Pieces

My little heart’s in pieces

And over time I’ve found

That the pieces all get smaller

Each time I pick them off the ground

I thought you were the one to blame

My only alibi

Imagine my surprise to find

It wasn’t you, but I

I overlooked fragility

I, who did the breaking

And I who saw, with greedy eyes,

Your pieces for the taking

I took the ones you gave me

And I stole the ones you kept

I forgot that they were delicate

And paid them no respect

I’ve tried my best to fix them both

With tape and string and glue
But this time, I think, I’d like to build

One heart instead of two

- k.n.