Here it is, take it
Be sure not to break it,
It’s tainted, and anxious, and jaded, but it’s waited
for someone like you,
someone true,
someone out of the blue
to do what others couldn’t do,
guard and protect it,
treat it like it’s precious, blessed,
its pieces all gathered, shattered, battered, but not scattered, or would you rather you left it,
on the ground where it’s rested,
recklessly left by others who swore to protect it.
I thought you were invested,
that each beat was connected to your own,
so why do I feel so rejected,
my pain deflected, not reaching you, you’re above it,
you live in the moment, you show it, with a polite smile meanwhile I’m dejected,
infected, with poison,
but you’re immune, in tune with the assimilated,
the integrated, while I stand humiliated.
Maybe it’s me, I’m not made for this,
I’ve paid for this, over and over,
I’ve prayed for this,
but is it too late for this to be corrected?
Am I the only one affected?
Each piece I’ve collected doesn’t feel worth so much,
and it hurts so much,
that you’re so out of touch,
I don’t feel like enough.
I’m broken up by your love.
