My Thoughts On Paper

Fifty-First Poem: Weren't For Me

I was never happy

So I broke it off

The guilt eats me alive

People say it was for the best

But all I did was run

You never treated me like you should

Did I give you time?

You now sit next to me

Never say a word

I have never felt

So much distance

In such close spaces

You never give me tingles

I only feel empty

Now that it is over

I only feel guilt

I hate hurting you

I can't go on

I can't string you along

You may be mad at me now

I can't stand to see you now

Plenty of fish

You were so unique

You just weren't for me

Have you ever thought?

That I was too broken to be loved?

That maybe you just couldn't fix me?

I have to fix myself

I have to pick up my pieces

You may be broken now

I cannot pick up the pieces

I am bleeding from my own

I try to fix myself

Blood on my fingers

Blood staining my clothes

Then you come along

I fix myself

Hide behind a smile

With a dagger in my hand

Before I can hurt you

I push you away

Then you take that dagger

You stab me in the chest

Angry and Hurt

Now we are both

Crying on our own

I'm sorry

I did this

The guilt eats me alive

Now we are both

Angry

Sad

And alone

Picking up our pieces

That wouldn't fit together

I was tired of forcing them

Like a puzzle piece that would not fit

You wanted to keep trying

But I did not

Want to cut myself

For our pieces to fit

So I left

I went to find another piece

That fit me perfectly.