One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure

I've been beaten down, 
Back stabbed 
Name drug through the mud
But all I wanted?
True love

I have wandered and searched
For my own little space 
Never finding my own happy place

I filled my days wasting time
On all of these guys
That would later account 
For the tears in my eyes

I tried filling the void 
Where he burned a hole
In my life
In my heart
In my mind
In my soul

But nothing could mend it 
No matter what I tried
All the drinks 
Or the tears I have cried

I knew I was cracked 
Like a porcelain bowl
No matter who tried 
They couldn't make me whole

I felt useless
Alone
No love
For my own

I kept my walls up 
It didn't matter
You can't break them down
No matter how tattered

I was quick.
I replaced every person that left
Never letting silence sink in
With space for regret

Eventually I felt 
All the pages had been turned
I was gone again, 
My heart still burned

Just when I thought
It's time to give up
You came out of no where 
You redefined love

So with this I thank you 
For just being here
For helping me love 
What I see in the mirror 

You mended that porcelain crack
You filled it with gold 
And gave me love back

And it's more beautiful than ever
Shiny new and improved 
Like our love is - forever.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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