My Poetry : Bandage On A Broken Heart
I give my heart out
Lots of people had touched and played with it
I don’t think they’re careful or care about it
They drop it
My heart is in many pieces
After each fall, I pick it up
I’m piecing my heart back together
I’m picking up the pieces
I’m sticking the bandaids on it
But they take it and pass it around
Throwing it without a care in the world
It drops
Another crack
And I’m back to the start on the floor again
I got it in my heads trying to fix it
Sometimes they don’t even let me hold half before they drop it
I’m screaming stop playing with me
I’m done with it
You don’t seem to hear
I want love, I want loneliness
I want to be fixed
The bandages are falling apart
The glue doesn’t want to hold
You take it and smash it
You use it and abuse it
You rip it and tear it to shreds
I’m begging
I’m pleading
I’m crying out loud
Please give me a few months to myself