Poems about pieces

I'm mad at you
And it feels good
To tell the truth

We met;
Our eyes did

Then
He looked away

And just like that,
He broke me more than he ever did

What the hell is going on?

Why the fuck do I disintegrate to pieces as soon as the window closes and that little icon pops up on the screen telling me this is over?

How is it that you can speak so casually about everything my heart aches and yearns for?

Maybe this is some sort of twisted motivation.

The sound of sizzling steak meant for mutts makes my ear drums split and wrench in two. I only imagine hundreds of famished hands reaching up to lightly graze a morsel - and that would be their dying wish. My dying wish - to brush up against the follicles of fantasies you call daily drivel.

The more I want it - the more you flaunt it - the more every inch of my being despises it.
I want to fail to spite you and everyone like you.

And this way of being is

**not okay

You smashed it all up
Like you don't give a fuck
After I built it back up
No desire to clean up
All the pieces so small
Now I can't collect them all
I have no clue what to do
But sit here again with a fuck load of glue

Halloween,
And a boy with a box
Is on your doorstep, demanding candy
Then, in a steady voice, your firstborn.
His efforts have earned him
The last pieces from your bowl.

Halloween,
And a boy with a box
Is on your doorstep, demanding candy
Then, in a steady voice, your firstborn.
His efforts have earned him
The last pieces of your soul.

What if every teardrop,
Was a tiny piece of soul?
Each teardrop makes us weaker
'Til soon it takes its toll

We shed our tears in sorrow
And time just slips away
Each and everytime we cry
We lose another day

How many tears were wasted,
On people who didn't care?
The tears we should have guarded
Are simply no longer there

The tears we cried for broken hearts
Were tears we cried in vain
Soon we'll cry our souls away
And nothing will remain

What if every teardrop,
Was a tiny piece of soul?
Would we guard the tears that we have left?
Or simply let them flow

Only for a moment did I think I could feel again
Love & light pouring out of me like a fountain
First time experiences
Long nights so lustful and mysterious
Each day my heart yearning for you
Growing more curious

But the darkness that swims around inside of me
Is too strong for anyone to come too close to me
Before you even scratch the surface
That darkness comes out as a full blown circus
A freak show of emotions
From a heart so blackened and broken
So now I look into your eyes and ask you this
What do you do when all that you've got is a box of broken pieces?

The colors of the sunset reminded him of the dreams flowing wildly and freely in her hair
And the grey darkening sky lit by the pale crescent moon revealed the aches and pain and broken pieces of her heart and soul
And his heart painted dream after endless dream of all these things as it found all of her to be beautiful