C-L-S

I set the freshly made cookies down in front of them,

they smile. 

That smile makes me feel warm, happy, it makes me feel full,

He says he's mine,

but am I really his?

Should I push these feelings aside and let him in?

Is their some kind of line that decides if I'm his?

Is this right?

do we really fit?

Someone new is trying to hold me,

it's so foreign,

they are trying to take your place it seems,

but I think that's exactly what I need,

to look beyond this misery.

I feel confused,

am I happy?

I fall in love with people,

leaving pieces of me behind.

Belonging to a heart that's rightfully mine,

but it doesn't matter because they can give them back and they still won't fit back inside.

I take the pain you left me with,

and make it into art.

The only thing left of me,

is this ugly scar.

I've put a noose around my heart,

It's trying to restart,

That ship has already sailed he told me,

I wish there was an anchor on that ship.

I miss you so much it's making me sick,

I really need to get a grip.

It's been over a year,