Pieces

Pieces You are killing pieces of me Every day and every hour I’m dying slowly, but definitely My life is bleak and sour You kill me with your stabbing words Your actions are so hateful You show no mercy, you have no heart Why are you so ungrateful? The promises that you once made They’ve all evaporated Like droplets on a windowsill My hopes you have deflated But silly me, I should have known My ignorance would come bite me I now agree in retrospect Your aim was just to spite me But part of me is still alive Although that part is shattered I’ll patch the pieces up, you’ll see As if none of that mattered And in the future when you’re on Another killing spree It’s bits and pieces you might kill But not the I in me. Wendy Nipas