The fractured pieces of your Heart, piled like broken glass within your hands
The fractured pieces of your Heart, piled like broken glass within your hands
Piercing wounds into your palms and fingers, so much pain, I understand
Closed and bleeding fists from holding on to who you are
Your smile and words try to distract the world from seeing scars
Like a child holding the pieces of a broken mirror, unsure of what to do...
Looking down at Each little piece that's reflecting a different a point of view
Can't fix it, can't hide it, can't bring yourself to throw away the pieces
Each warped shard, a beautiful mess, where silence screams and sound ceases.
You trusted too soon, and offered custody of your heart, once whole, to someone who didn't care that you and your heart are one, there's no separating the set
And held on blindly to a dream, long gone, hoping the promises made once in passion would reset
Here you stand with arms outstretched and blood-stained glass hands, offering me "what you have left of it"
You and your heart will heal in time, and I want no part of it...
I want no part, not just a part, I'll not deny you the chance to heal
Don't love too soon, to mask the loneliness, I know exactly how you feel
To feel whole again. I don't want your heart unless it's a package deal and everything you are comes with it
But I'll hold your hands that hold your heart until you've decided what you want to do with it.