Pieces of a broke soul

I once loved a man, 

That broke my heart,

He broke it in pieces, 

And even cut them up,

He put them in a blender, 

And in to a glass, 

Where he drank the whole thing. 

As i was laying on the floor, 

Waiting for him to walk away,

I looked under the blender, 

And saw a piece, 

I thought he had drank the last bit of my soul, 

So i take that last pieces and put it back in the hole, 

In the hole where my heart had been before, 

And i closed it up with some wire and tape, 

And held it closed, 

To make sure it was safe, 

And hoping he'd never come back for that pieces. 

Reviews

[Jonathan Ballam]

Breaking up is easy, it's assembling the damage that takes guts and willpower.

When I look at the poem, I'm thinking perhaps it would be better to end it on the word "that"...just a suggestion :D