“Pieces”
Picking up pieces
After another fracture in the vase
Hating my eternal optimism
That makes the world feel like a chance
Strength in having nothing
Knowing nothing is forever
Promises are just words
And the actions once it’s over
Reveal all of the signs overlooked
Knowing naivety is not the same as hope
Accepting a lack of understanding
From those in glass houses
Counting nothing as certainty
Putting my wit and charm first
Still open to love
Because that’s all there is
Even if it’s on the shoulder of a friend
Apologies are accepted
Only when meant
And followed by movements
That prove their authenticity
Unsure where this map is leading me
Sure I will sing at the top of my lungs
Once again
Because baby I’ve been here before
And I always rise again
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