Pieces;
[by Cherolyn Renee]
She spent her days picking at the pieces
Of a life she remembered as a young girl
When boys were mean and never gave her chills
And girls were sweet and unable to harm her soul
She ignores the cuts on her arm
And tries to fall out of love with those brown eyes
Her clothes are shredded and torn
And her hairs jagged and short
And still she remembers the days when it was all simpler
When scrapes hurt more then a broken heart
When throwing stones were a competition
And not a battle of wicked words
She’s bleeding now
Ignoring the grey eyed girl staring at her through shattered glass
She’s tracing scars with her eyes
She’s falling apart and doesn’t know why
Prince charming, she remembers
He came and went as he pleased
Took her heart, her soul, her virginity
Left her to fix the broken mess on the bathroom floor
Happily ever after was nothing but a lie
And she was a little girl in love with a theory
So tomorrow she’ll quit making scars,
And start fixing the pieces he left behind;
