scattered
I see them everywhere,
but are they little bits of my life?
no, they are tiny fragments of my heart
scattered everywhere
particles and atoms
formed in pieces and fragments
that make a beating, bleeding heart
I see them, as I look at the ground
I see them everywhere
yet, I cannot pick them up
they slip through my fingers
they crack from my touch
my warm flash
turning those little bits into ice
I stare at them
and mourn what was once inside of me
in my very core and center
I still have my beating organ
I still have my life
the blood runs through me
the atoms move
yet I miss those pieces of me
that cared more
I miss that naive side
that believed
she is still there
she cares
she feels
but somehow she grows quieter
with every missing little bit
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From the moment I read this challenge, I heard this song :