A piece of me
Is all I have to give;
A heart with gaping holes
Is all I have left;
Pieces of me are
Strewn along the path
To here- to you,
If you will have me.
I will not promise to
Always think of you;
I feel the twinge of pain From the scars on my heart
And remember the one that
Has a piece of me still.
But this I promise,
You will always be my priority.
Sometimes, you will catch me
Wistful, and in a far away world,
Sometimes, I will be aloof
Nursing my pain,
Know that, even in those moments,
I take you with me;
You are my anchor,
My link to happiness.
I will bemoan my loss,
Wail over my pain,
Sigh at the sight of the scars,
Only because I wish
My heart was whole, for you;
You, my dear, deserves my all- My pure, pristine heart, not this-
Not this ragged remains, that I offer,
If you will have me