Piece by piece, you ripped yourself apart.
Piece by piece, you gave yourself away.
You no longer even know who this woman is, the one with the drawn face and colourless eyes.
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She is a stranger; a shell of emptiness and grief.
There is nothing left of you, only the parched skin that covers your withered bones.
You never meant to lose so much of yourself.
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Maybe they would see you, know you.
Maybe they would love you.
Piece by piece, you ripped yourself apart.
Piece by piece, you gave yourself away.
Sometimes for a moment, sometimes for a night.
Sometimes for a promise that fell from a hasty tongue onto the barren ground at your weary feet.
But never for the love you so craved.
But it didnt matter.
Because no one ever told you how much you were worth.
But hearts as valuable as yours were never made for careless hands.
Beloved, come back to yourself.
Roam the earth, far and wide, and gather back the pieces you have lost.
Bring them close, dust them off, and place them back inside your chest.
Feel as you begin to mend.
Watch the way your heart draws back together.
For your heart contains the mystery of the universe within its every breath.
No longer give your heart away to those who do not see the beauty that lies within their hands.
