Broken Heart

You pour your heart into it with all you got, hoping and praying things will go as you have dreamed. weeks and months pass, and you give it all you got, strung along like a toy. Truth comes down to it and everything you ever knew and ever thought, and ever hoped for was nothing but a lie, made up so he could feel good. Leaving you with the broken pieces of your heart to pick up and try all over again. You know what I am sick and tired of being treated this way, I am tired of setting myself up, I am sick of cleaning up after him, I am leaving the pieces there, and I am just going to move on. Step over them and grow a new heart from the broken one I have! It will be caged so its not to run free, or be given away, it will be earned. I will stand my ground and be guarded. I am beautiful, I am strong, and I am independent.