When love comes to and end
there are always broken pieces
that cannot be pieced back together
no matter how hard you try.
Like a defected puzzle that
doesn't even have all the right pieces.
Your heart aches in the sickest way possible.
Like a cliché break-up song.
Like a bag of rocks in your soul.
Like shattered China that can't be made whole.
And you're just left there.

Caught up in between here and somewhere
In some corner of your mind you crawl into.
Legs to chest, head to knees.
Trying desperately to hold the severed bits
of yourself together, before anyone notices
that you're actually falling apart.

When love comes to an end
there are always broken pieces
that cannot be pieced back together
no matter how hard you try.
Like a defected puzzle that
doesn't even have all the right pieces.

And somehow you wish you could return
yourself to the manufacturer
or click the 'factory reset' button
to erase the memories of disappointments,
heartache and unreciprocted love.
But this is not technology, this is reality.
Sick, painful, heart wrenching, sorrowful reality. And you're just left there.

To pick up the pieces of yourself
and patch them back together
like an old, moth eaten sock
that nobody really wants.

When love comes to an end
there are always broken pieces
that cannot be pieced back together.
Atleast, not as beautifully as before.
And you're just left there.
A collage that can only be
appreciated by a true artist.

© King.Canvas