So I let them in

So I let them in

Only to let them

Break me

Into tiny little pieces

Shattered onto the floor.

What am I to do?

I can’t find myself anymore.

I don’t recognize

Any of these pieces

At all.

So I let them in

Only to find them

Sneaking back out

Trying to escape

From my tiny little heart.

Should I take them back?

Nothing’s going right anymore.

I don’t like

What’s happening

At all.

Now tell me,

Am I the one at fault?

For I sought the refuge

Of those who I thought

Cared enough for me-

Only to find out

That they wanted out

So badly.

Am I?

Maybe they won’t even

Shed a tear

When I die.

Maybe they’ll laugh

Instead of cry-

Maybe that’ll make them smile.

Reviews

[J. Alexis Balaguer]

I now have outlined your poetry's common theme: existentialist melancholy.
I started with, and enjoyed this technique long ago. Suggestion: if you want to breach out and upgrade this theme, try incorporating another-- romance + sadness (my Solstice), dark + romance (Thanatos). Experiment more with many literary applications.

This is a wonderful write Rach.
Enjoyed reading a piece of your heart.

-Lex

[Robert Fachowski]

Sounds Like Humpty-dumpty eh? I like humpty-dumpty. You know what's weird? It was never said that he was an egg. Awwshit mystery!

[An owl on the moon]

Such overwhelming questions of broken trust, that sense of what is shattered. Your words bring a feeling of pain and loss to life. Even in this pain, your words give hope in the end.

[Manda]

AWWW THIS WAS SO SAD! but i really did like this! well done!

[Jai]

Aww Rach. :( There are those who stay, too.