PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I try to pick up the pieces of my heart

While I pick up the pieces of his pictures I ripped up and threw on the floor

I find them all

But its too hard to put back together

I put all the pieces in a cup

And hide them away with all his other stuff

My heart is ripped

Tears run down my face

I can't stand it

Not only did he keep my belt

He kept all of my secrets

My dreams

My feelings

And my heart