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dropping pieces of a broken heart

left like breadcrumbs lain to find my way back

not thinking of what has come to pass

not looking back, leave it all behind

but still those pieces break and drop

with every person I choose to trust

with every look I read much more

than was intended by the looker

reading motives which prove to be ghosts

of my desires, not really there

falling in love at the slightest glance

has left this trail of broken hearts

not others hearts, but all the pieces of mine

in the end, will I have anything left?



broken pieces of a shattered mind,

he wonders what he might find

could some stranger love this thing

could that love possibly bring

all the shattered pieces of his broken brain

or will they find that nothing more remains?

such sappy morose poetry deserves to be mocked

it's all been said and done before, nothing new to concoct

this whiny bitchy moody stuff

is bullshit anyways, and never enough

to quell the feelings pent up inside

so fuck it all, I'll just let them lie

my inner demons can run amuck

but all this does is make me look like a schmuck