Like a Broken Teacup

Sitting on the shelf like a broken teacup I go on despite these difficult moments I run into myself with Irish green eyes and permanent tear stained cheeks I've endured the immensity of agony I’ve turned down all those so-called hot lovers sulking in this harsh yellow land I wrestle with the ongoing struggles of this evil world No…nobody can go backwards You see, you and I were never meant to be So...don't tell me your hurt is my fault I’ve assessed these holes in my life-have you assessed yours? It was a lifetime ago…forever gone in all that I was In a curious way I’ve known the debris of myself ... I’m more damaged than I care to admit Here I am…pathetically sitting in the rubble of where my heart lives A thin-skinned loner- a re-cycled me of who I used to be I can't waver yet again, to take another chance at love I've known too much time away from it all So evident in the moment of my blinding conscience Pondering the un-gentleness of things That should have been beautiful...but were not And so, I pick up the pieces of my broken soul From a broken love that was never meant to be I'm in for a new change of lifestyle - a new change of heart A release of all those emotions that were tearing me down The old life I knew, I threw away with the teacup I got a new life, a new cup, and I'm forgetting you and the past