Pieces of Her
She was always a special person
She always tried to put other before herself
She had hopes and dreams
She had morals and beliefs
And now all is a pile of chaos
Like a tangled ball of yarn
She gave herself away
She turn against her friends
To please him
And now she's alone.
She left him, because she hated herself.
She was confused:
How she could hate herself, but love him?
How could she ever treat him well,
If she hurt herself?
How she could she ever make him happy,
If happiness to her was an illusion?
How could she tell him to give up anything,
When she didn't want to give anything?
How could he love her when she was weak,
When she wasn't herself?
She stood in confusion . . .
Looking for all the piece of her
To make her whole again
As she realized,
He still had the most important thing . . .
The bud rolled on her lips
The flavored, hazy air
Filled her mouth
And flew out
A discolored cloud
Of a grayish black
The same color of her heart currently
Her tongue tasted the misty drag
As she thought of him
She closes her eyes as she inhaled
She remembered the way he normally tasted
When she kissed him.
And then sighed as she flicked the ashes
As soon as the cigarette was finish
She would close her mouth to see how long
She can still taste him
Just so she can remember.
Becky M. S. All Writings were written 8/26/2006