See It Coming

Crack, the shining vase, which is now a myth Crashes down to the ground. I look up with Wide eyes, innocence shines outward at you How could I see it coming? You were my hero. We sat down on the couch I always knew The Gatorade cooler of news poured Over our heads, the great loss ignored. Only someone as messed up as you could see this as a win. Trying to make good Holding on to what’s left. It’s torn apart All of those bullshit lies hidden so smart. What I knew is gone, broken, and bruised. New feelings of disappointment, despair. All the while, my new “family” rused And I have to sit back pretending I care But mommy, I just want to know you’re there. New pain stems from them just like the wilted Flowers in the fragile glass vase. Quilted Together the memories with stitches Of pain. A new hope but ah with glitches. Before I knew it – crack, broken again. How could I see it coming? You were my lover. My whole heart was your possession, but now It’s in pieces just like the vase. Oh how? Broken trust, like my heart, like that stupid Fragile vase. Too much faith in you cupid. Is it my fault? With broken glass in hand, “Didn’t I care enough?” Our love so grand So I thought. Getting over you, so tough You took it all, didn’t I give enough? There is nothing left but memories now The lies I believed: Stand up, take a bow. Congratulations on breaking my heart Was she worth it for us to fall apart Into pieces? That vase I tried to fix Hell, well why not throw more into the mix Partially cracked I confided in you. But who would have guessed, you too would pursue The secrets I’ve told you in confidence For my foolishness, reap the consequence How dumb can I be to think you were real Genuine, authentic. “not a big deal” Pfft. More lies I believed. Wait what is that? stabbing pain in my back. One more at-bat, I strike out again, must be the knife,yes, You called me your friend, but I must confess All you did was take my once beautiful Hand blown glass vase of faith, as usual, And smashed it into a million pieces. How could I see it coming? You were my best friend. Now almost unsalvageable, I try To put it back together, to get by. The Thoughts of happier, easier times Run through my mind, prodding, picking sometimes At whats left of my back, my heart, my head. Alone in the dark, filling up with dread Picking up the tiny glass pieces, my Fingers bleeding, sticking with glue, oh why Is there this fucked up feeling inside of Me that says fix it, you need it to love. No matter how hard I try, it will not Ever be the same. Even if I fought With everything I had, I never predicted I’d be this shattered, broken, afflicted Excuse for a nineteen year old girl I mean, did you see this coming?