A Speaking Heart

Lying at your feet

Im in 6,000 pieces.
One piece for every lie youve told.

For some reason I think there should be more pieces.

Do I call a recount? Does it even matter?

No, it doesnt.

Youre staring at me on the floor,

with those once so loving eyes.

Concentrated on the mess beneath your feet.

You smile and say,

It was the best thing for me to do. You were in the way. You had to go, who cares about whats going to happens to you? Not me, you made me hate you.

I crumble to 6,000 pieces more.

12,000 pieces.

Unfortunately it wasnt from one of your lies.

This time it was because you spoke the cold hearted truth.

You light a match and drop it on me.

I burst into flames.

Your eyes glow

Not from the flames, but from joy.

I dont understand why you kept me.

You already broke my heart into, now, 12,000 pieces.

Why do you want to just hurt me even more?

It makes no sense, Im already dead.

Now 6,000 times the 12,000 pieces,

are my ashes on your floor.

Ashes for the lies, your final truth to me,

and one for all of the broken promises.

72 million pieces.

I used to be so smart

with my unloving and untrusting ways.

I let you in, loved you and trusted you.

Idiot. I was tricked.

Look at what your once so meaningful words have done.

Youve killed me.

How can she live without me?

its all my fault

As her heart I never should have let you in.