My heart is shattered across the floor
Get a broom and I will sweep it under your door
If I put it back together, he will just break it again,
But if I give it to you, maybe this cycle will end.

Maybe you will keep it in a jar.
Locked away, somewhere dark and far
And I won’t have to look at the shards of my destroyed affection.
Aim the mind power I use to picture him in some other direction.

Maybe then I can laugh when I hear “love”
And the role of “ being independent” will fit me like a glove.
Put on clothes without asking “ do you think he’ll like it?”
And walk out the door not caring if I look like shit.

Maybe if I feel good inside
I won’t feel I have to improve my outside.
Learn to love myself
And KNOW I don’t need any help.

Maybe I can go away, all together.
Leave today and leave forever.
Until one day I find that jar,
Toss it, because I’m happier the way things are.

Maybe if I discover I don’t need
This pumping, pulsing, crimson thing
I won’t care he gave her that fucking ring.
Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
THAT ALL THIS WOULDN’T MATTER TO ME?

Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
To be completely and utterly…. Free?

 
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