Bad Habits

It’s no secret that I have many bad habits, 

one of them being caring too much for all the wrong people.. 

I’ve given my heart so many times to people who 

toss it around and treat it like any ordinary play thing 

and I sit and watch as it tumbles to the floor and shatters. 

Piece by piece, I’ll pick up the shards 

and find some way to create something out of the wreckage. 

I’ll restore my heart and rebuild my walls 

and hope that maybe this time I’ve reinforced them enough 

that no one will be able to break through, 

but of course I have a weak spot. 

I’ll try to harden my heart and protect myself once again 

but my heart is soft for anyone who I think needs to be saved. 

You give me someone with walls higher than the Empire State 

and I will find a way to make them crumble.

I will take them into my arms and call them mine 

and I will fix every crack and crevice in their heart 

and make them whole once again.

I will be their bandaid and I will heal them until they no longer need me..

I will give them the unconditional love and support that they wanted 

from everyone that ever hurt them 

and I will teach them a new way to feel. 

I will be their everything, yet also be their nothing 

and when they’re through with me they’ll toss me aside once again 

like all the others before them and there I’ll sit, 

picking up my shards, 

looking for someone to offer a home to.

Reviews

[Zoya]

That's heartbreaking, but relatable, too. You gave it a suitable title, an ironic one. People can only share your happiness, your pain, your sorrow...they can never completely feel it the way you do.
This was very well written. Keep writing!