Picking Up the Pieces

I gave you every part of me,

The quiet and the wild,

I shut the world outside the door,

And trusted you like a child.

I ghosted every name I knew,

Let old connections fade,

I burned my life down to the frame

For the promise that you made.

You called yourself my closest friend,

The one I could believe,

But every time I reached for you,

You found another way to leave.

I’m picking up the pieces you left,

One by one from the floor.

You made me hate the face I saw,

But I don’t hate it anymore.

I gave you all I had to give,

You still asked for something else.

I’m picking up the pieces you left,

And learning to love myself.

You broke my heart, then held my hand

Like nothing had gone wrong,

You made me think our bond was real,

Then proved that I was wrong.

Now I’m alone with lowered eyes,

The room is cold and still,

Wondering why I chase a heart

That never chose me still.

Was I too much, or not enough?

Was trust too hard to hold?

Did loving you beyond your past

Make me too hard to know?

I’m picking up the pieces you left,

One by one from the floor.

You made me hate the face I saw,

But I don’t hate it anymore.

I gave you all I had to give,

You still asked for something else.

I’m picking up the pieces you left,

And learning to love myself.

I won’t call your phone at midnight,

I won’t beg you to explain.

Your goodbye can keep its silence,

I can name my own mistakes.

You were never proof I’m broken,

You were only passing through.

Every piece you thought you shattered

Is becoming something new.

I’m picking up the pieces you left,

One by one from the floor.

You made me hate the face I saw,

But I don’t hate it anymore.

I gave you all I had to give,

You still asked for something else.

I’m picking up the pieces you left,

And learning to love myself.