Pieces
cut my heart, watch me die
watch the pieces multiply
first there's four,
now there's eight
I'm dead and you can celebrate.
for every piece you cut in half
you watch me cry, I hear you laugh
count bits of me
on the floor
soon there will be nothing more.
it's funny how if I did this, too
you'd hate my guts, but I don't hate you
waiting for the end
it's coming slow
and I wish that I could just go.
after all the mess you've made
you take a bit to clean your blade
your work done
now you smile
at the pieces of me, in a pile.
Copyright © Ambyr Pierce | Year Posted 2011
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