My Broken Jar

I told myself I'd stop writing about you

Yet here we are

I'm still pouring my heart into

This broken jar

You made me feel as if I had worth

You healed my scars

Yet when traveling forth

I am behind bars

You imprisoned me

A slave to your love

Love that I'd never see

A scarce little drug

I've written so much

Oh don't you know

Just at your touch

I'd start to glow

But now you're with him

And I with none

You brought me in

But now you're done

Bored of me you found another

I was nothing so now I pother

A feather whisped away

as your selfishness caused my dismay