by Amy Covel

My heart is composed
of tiny pieces.
Throughout my life,
I gave them away,
one by one,
some to those I wish
I could take back
who abused and destroyed
that part of me.
Other parts of me
were given in love,
never to be given back
but I cherish the loss of them,
knowing they are
where they need to be.

I wanted to give you
something whole.
But by the time I got around
to giving you my heart,
I’d nothing left
except the piece
I’d given you years ago.
Here, you say,
you can have it back,
as well as some of mine.
You won’t be whole
and neither will I.
But we’re a lot more
than just our pieces.

Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing