Mended Hearts

Don't feel sorry for me
I don't
All because I have
What you let go
And more
So much more
Than you'll ever know
Because your heart
Was too selfish
To be selfless with his
I picked up your pieces
The ones you left
Bloody and cold
Sewed them together
And nurtured
Them whole
I thought I'd resent you
For having stories with him
Before I wrote mine
But the memories we create
Are always one of a kind
And now is the time
For us to bathe in the light
Watching our bloom
As we shower in sunshine
And stitch together
A pair of mending hearts
Who found in one another
What we were looking for
From the start

Checkered Lives

I sat across a table from you

A teeny tiny table

Dressed in red and white checks

And watched the awkward movements

Flinch back and forth between us

Eyes juggling from left to right

Our minds pensive 

Confused and exhausted

Who are we?

What do we even mean to each other anyway?

You've been here with her

I know it

But am supposed to find a way

To be okay with being just another

And you find your way

To make me pay for ever being with

The light of another soul

Before you

But there was life before you 

And before us, I felt things

Perhaps not the same

As intense, nor real

But still relevant

And I've heard you too many times

Utter her name

Talk to me about her beauty

And wonder

The crazy love of your life

Despite her insanity

And deceptive ways

Maybe she does know you better

Better than me

Better than I ever will

Maybe you're destined 

To find each other again

Play happy families

With the one who gets you best

I may know how to push your insides out

To create a light in your fire

That had been long put out

But maybe fate

Ends for you and me there

A crazy couple of months

Of passionate curiosity and lust

And maybe I was only put in your path

To remind you of what could have actually been

What could be

In the arms of another

With someone completely unlike me

You're about to go away

And be within arms reach 

Of everything you'd always dreamed of

Don't let me be the girl 

To get in the way of who

And what you really need

Or want