Take my heart in hand and smash it again, I challenge you
I've been in this place but never remember what to do
You know every piece of me and move to make it whole
I can only see what those before you already stole
The holes and bits missing from the puzzle as you try
To make a picture from my tears and hear me lie
Forgetting that I'd promised to stop repeating the same things
Shaking for fear of what you seeing my full picture brings
I promised I'd be quiet while you're here but come morning you'll be gone
After everything we've done I'll sing that same old song
Every flaw you've convinced me to forget laid on the table
Filling in my missing pieces as you become a distant fable.
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Ruby Locre
Hobbyist writer and college student living in the eastern United States. I write short fiction pieces on a regular basis with varying themes.
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