Shattered Options

[Ekay]

In pieces is how it lies, my shattered heart. Broken twice over, now left on the ground to step on, left to pick up the pieces; what a waste of time. Time that is so precious that can never be gained back. Time that could have been used to remember getting my license, my first car, going through my 21st birthday. Instead, I'm stuck remembering all the times that I had to mend my heart with nothing but tape. Tape is the quick fix for it, and glue is the permanent fix. Taped back together, I hand what was once broken back to her, but through her hands it fell like water. It slips through her fingers down to the ground, shattering. However, this time I will not put it back together. This time I bid thee adieu, Love. For you are not right for me, nor I you. Is there ever going to come a time that you will be?