It was the end of something old, it was the start of something new. It all came so quickly it knocked me off my feet and just now I am picking myself up. What was it? Where’d it go and what did it leave behind. You took so much from me, but what about the stuff you left behind. You left little pieces of my heart for me to start again.

I cried myself to sleep so many lonely nights, then there you were. Like a cool nights breeze, I welcomed you into my heart. Help me to start over, help me pick up the pieces of my heart and begin a new day. One day it’ll be like it was with me standing with my heart in my hands waiting for it to drop to the floor and shatter to a million pieces.

It always comes down to me on my knees trying to gather the pieces, soon I won’t have any left to pick up. Then I won’t be worth shit to the world, even though I don't think I am worth it now. What do you see in me? I just don’t see it. I feel like I have lost all the pieces of my heart from the last time I had it broken. With glue and tape you put me back together, but why, what’s in it for you?

A silent tear drips from my face and falls to the ground and it shatters like my heart did before I met you. Thank you for picking me up, thank you for putting me back together, and thank you for showing me so much more than hurt. I don’t feel so young anymore, not as nieve as I use to be. I have grown up so much so quickly that it scares me.