Come What May

I guess it came. It's funny, the way you haven't said anything at all... yet it is saying so much more than you ever could.

I liked you, in ways I don't usually like people. The way that I made birthday plans involving you, told my parents about you, begun figuring out all the things I wanted to do in life with you. Maybe it was rushed and maybe I am a fool to say this, but hell, maybe I even loved you.

You know the worst part in all of this though, I was fine with believing that I wasn't worthy of any of this; fine being the broken and bitsy girl that I am. But you tried to put me together, and make me feel like I deserved some part of this, and for a minute it worked. You made me believe, even for a fraction of a second, that I deserved someone as good as you, and maybe there was some truth lying beneath all those things you said about me. But you've snatched that all away, and there is only one thing worse than being broken and bitsy, and that is having your pieces stolen away, so you have no chance of putting yourself back together any time soon.
And to think I was on the mend.

Well you have my pieces now, just like you wanted. They're tucked into the cool leather of your couch, in your pockets where my hands once sat, under the seats in your car, even in the bottom of the bottle I drank while you held me, making me the most raw, most happy, I have been in ages. You have my pieces, do with them as you wish.