tied into the essence of me
not wanting to let go
not willing to give more
than you really have to
obsessed with possessing
another human to keep to yourself
a person collecting dust
like a trophy on a shelf
so as my heart sits there
waiting idle and still to be loved
just don’t forget: to avoid things
means just not work on resolve
you accomplish nothing
treating my heart this way
and broken into pieces
one day it may
lie at your feet,
swept from that shelf on the wall
and in those broken fragments
our past will be mirrored and seem so small
once broken, it will have lost all value
you may try to fix it but never make it new
you may try to polish but the stains will remain
and in the end, all of your efforts will be in vain
