Pieces of my Heart

I'll cut it up

And serve it on platters

With photographs and memories 

And i'll give it away 

On late nights and car rides

Short trips and the ringing of a school bell

And tear by tear 

Piece by piece 

I'll lose it 

For long nights or long weeks or long years 

And over missed phone calls and forgotten replies

For those who have robbed me

In their hands it might wither and harden and rot 

Sometimes it will crumble 

And i'll miss it 

Until there is a cavity 

Where there should be something

But its not 

Until I reach inside

And I pull out another piece 

— another piece of my heart

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