PIECES LEFT TO MEND

PIECES LEFT TO MEND

Damn girl, you just had to go and break my heart again,

Leaving it subject to shattered pieces and scattered remains,

Fragments and smatter left to mend,

I gave it to you to hold and care for, not to rend,

How could you violently rip it straight from my chest?

I don’t see how your conscience gets any rest,

Tell me how you sleep at night knowing what you’ve done,

You murdered a love, a friendship and then some,

Have you no shame?

Or is love to you merely some perverse game?

Like the phoenix, I shall rise from the ashes of your sin,

I will find the strength and confidence to love once again,

I’m a forgiving person, so at some point I’ll again call you friend,

But for now I must stitch the wounds, for there are pieces left to mend.

-brad