Spent Bills and Pieces

When leaving.

She broke my heart so badly,

that as the pieces fell...

they still fell for her.

When they hit the floor,

I could still hear the thrumming of her

footsteps as she walked out of my life;

could still hear the echo of her breath

as she took the last of mine -

My last glance, was her picking a piece of me off the floor

and putting me in her purse like a discarded bill.

She'll spend me later I guess,

the way I guess our first lunch together was bought

with the memory of her ex;

and I was just another fire that she used to burn the pictures

of him that she never threw away.

I didn't feel broken.

I clearly understood the difference between being 

broken and destroyed.

Reviews

[Cladine]

Pain pain everywhere. Another piece of pain. Your writings were really amazing. Now I wonder what's going on your life I'm sorry :(
This was a very strong poem. I love thiz line" I clearly understdod the difference between being broken and destroyed" pierced my heart.

[Jmsavestheday]

this poem is amazing. acerbic and pained and numbed and introspective.
I can identify so much with this.

[Andrew Rayne]

Thank you. :)