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Pieces

Of the Heart

By James FristikPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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Beaver County, Pennsylvania

Picking up, it's that time again

Where the road splits, my friend

This is not goodbye, not yet

Eyes weary, I’m going to watch the sunset

Tired and hurting, a perfect place to heal

A silent sky, artist's canvas; a raw deal

Excuse me, my mind isn't right, anyway

since birth it's been broken, a lil' more today

At fault, point the finger of shame, a glutton for pain

Brittle pieces, knees collapse, last straw to stay sane

Broken, not defeated, rest assured this isn’t your mess

A cycle to the same result, I'm left with less

Pieces will be forgotten, left behind

A time machine, wanted so time can rewind

Place my heart back in its vault, before it was caught

To remember that love you created and I sought

Real walks and talks; laying under the moon & stars

Sipping drinks, listening to your playlist outside the bar

Silent nights were a delight, only me, and you

How cute you were, I don’t think you ever knew

The way your cheeks hung, eyes open when surprised

How the eyelashes fluttered, when you were happy

or pursed your lips when you focused, I know, sappy

Intelligence unrivaled, with a tongue of wit, it would pierce

Mother nature feared you, for your storm was fierce

Never had any intentions to fall for you from the start

The more I got to know you, heavier grew my heart

For those I let hold it, I ask, be kind

Courage is hard for me to find

Making a mess of this, I confess

I’m blubbering, sheesh, geez-us

When I took that leap, I was in a state of hope

Rationale discarded, pleading this not the end of the rope

Where I have been before, alone and unsure

Of purpose, worth, and who I can trust

My apologies, this has become a big fuss

You did nothing wrong, I assure you

Thank you, friend, I’m sorry, I love you

Picking up, it's that time again

Where we go separate ways, my friend

This is not goodbye, no not yet

Eyes heavy, going to watch the sunset

Tears accompany the mind’s displeasure

At losing sight of the bonds we don’t measure

Having an ear to speak to, was my reason for you

Listening, when you would share; all I wanted to do

A pit-pat-the clock of my head to my heart synced

Tackled by wrong timing; thinking energies felt linked

Clutching to a string, a quilt of comfort

Counting days, until I found out that time was numbered

Scattered across the universe, the mind is a terrible place

Trade it all, from hell to space, to speak again, face to face

Serendipity, they say it finds us when we need it

When angels weep and the good lord cries

thunder rains, animals hide, safety nets we provide

a blanket of security, wrapping arms around’em for assiduity

Curiously, I tried doubting father time's objection

Figured the old man had forgotten the message

Sent years ago, where I sat balling my eyes out on the bed

This letter went to another, who shut the door that day, nothing said

Never to be heard from again, it was harder than the diagnosis

Closure, fuck it, that wasn’t meant to be, sad for eternity

Kleenex, no thank you, wearing my feelings on my face

Call it what you want, I have no disgrace

Opening up my heart was the hardest part of meeting you

I believed, truly, that the past could not be repeated, so sue

Waking up, every picture, every post, deleted

Leaving all my memories, in a scattered brain…

in pieces

love poems
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About the Creator

James Fristik

Hobby writer since I was 11 years old, with a passion for poetry and short stories. Grew up in a small town that I found a home in, and enjoy the quietness of my nature engrossed life. Lover of animals and owner of two black labs.

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