Broken

I'm picking up the pieces,

They're shattered on the ground.

I'm searching for you everywhere,

But you're no where to be found.

I thought that you'd be here by now,

Helping me with all this.

Now it seems like you're not coming,

And we must have shared our last kiss.

I didn't want this to happen,

I fought every battle I could.

I wanted you to stay so badly,

How foolish of me to think you would.

How we fell apart I'll never understand.

I wish that you were here tonight,

I wish you were holding my hand.

But alas you're not and here I lay,

This feeling of solitude so foreign to me,

Waiting to comprehend and believe that

You and I simply were not meant to be.

-Allison S. De Arton