stolen pieces

a photograph of yellow flowers with petals laying on a surface

i want to rip from them all the pieces of me they stole
i wish i could whisper sweet everythings into younger me
i wish i could be the one that listened when everyone forgot
when everyone turned their back on my crying eyes
and ignored the words i couldn’t scream any louder
draining days came and went as they used me for my light
only to walk away from me when i lived in darkness
where had i fallen out of line
why didn’t i deserve for my love to be returned
they never returned the love I was always willing to give
what was wrong with my cup when it came time for them to pour back what they took
now what looked half empty was once half full
why does your projection effect my perception of a world where love was once ever flowing
i close my eyes as tears fall effortlessly feeling like where am i
where have they taken all those good parts
pieces of me stowed away for them
holding onto the love i needed to mend my broken heart


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