Little Pieces

“Love is a natural high”, but when you fall, damn, you fall hard. Did he make me happy? Yes. Did he make me a better person? If you would have asked me that then, I would have said, “yes of course!” with a beaming smile. Looking back now, not at all. His small manipulations were slowly peeling away at my soul, chipping away; molding me into what he wanted.

“Are you depressed?” they ask me. Not even close; I’m torn apart, there is a difference. I’m shattered, trying to just find all the little pieces, let alone put them back together. Will I be okay? Yes, eventually. Will I be whole again?

No.

Some of the little pieces I won’t be able to find, some of them I just won’t be able to repair. And of course there will always be that one piece that he took; he stole, that he will never give back. The place where that piece used to be will forever be empty.

I’m not sure how much time is gunna have to elapse before I can even consider giving my heart to someone again.

Am I the same person I was before I met him? I really hope not. I know that because of him I’m a lot wiser. I’m not sure if I’m stronger yet, maybe in the long run I will be.

“Are you okay?” You may ask.

No, I’m not okay.

But I’m really trying to put the pieces back together. I know that one day I’ll wake up and I won’t hurt as much; I won’t feel as empty. Only time can heal a broken heart.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Your poem told a real story with a lot of wisdom.
"Only time can heal a broken heart."
If we are lucky we will be more careful when we leap into love again. I like the story in your words. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote