Goodbye Letter

The pen dances to the beat of my heart I worry you can’t read this Scribble; written in the dark I want you to understand why—why this   Before you I was me—broken Pieces discarded into the thinness of air Another man’s lure of promises; stolen As if he didn’t even care   Black and blues almost every day Myself I blamed; Instead of hating him Whatever the reason—we seem to stay Even though a future seems vague and dim   When someone breaks your heart—it hurts A dozen million pieces aren’t the same What he did; it was worse…