The Essence Of Who I Am

I’m picking up pieces of my heart off the floor

You want to help but stepping closer will just crush the pieces smaller

I never thought you would be a problem, yet I never needed you more

You just stand there watching

You can only say sorry so many times before it’s no longer a savior

I wonder what she is thinking right now

I’ve never seen you look at me that way before

I’m not sure if its good or bad

Or just another heart hitting the ground

No longer a pretty favor

M.A.P

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