Torn Apart

Another messy break-up,

Another broken heart.

Another little photograph,

Ripped up and torn apart.

Another night of tears,

One less fish in the sea.

Another "One more try,

I'll find the one for me."

Another name on the list.

So many now, you can't count.

Another little fling.

Another "I want out."

Another "I love you, baby."

How many were before?

Another "I changed my mind,"

Now you're walking out the door.

Another first date, first kiss.

Another piece of your heart.

Then just like that, they're gone,

And you're left there, torn apart.

Another messy break-up,
Another broken heart.

Another little photograph,

Ripped up and torn apart.

Afterlife

I'm living my life in a daze
ready for it to be over,
ready for it to be the day.
My family wonders why I'm not frightened,
they wonder why I'm not scared.
"Because this is how it works," I tell them,
"you breathe, you stop, you die, you're gone."

Piece of Art

I was made on an easel
that used to be blank
I was created by
the finest paints
I was raised in a frame
on the gallery walls
I was let free
by the ones who didn't like me
I am not perfect
I am just a piece of art