Assume

Why do men assume women who are single are lonely?

They are the same men who think the glass is half empty,

Not half full.

And the men who think that there is power in the word maybe,

Or that almost is an overstatement.

They think time is overrated,

Not a thief.

But,

There are people out there that believe

There is magic in the word maybe,

Time is not a thief,

But a lesson to appreciate the past and look forward to the new,

And to not take it for granted,

So tell me,

Why do I need a man to complete me?

Why wasn’t I taught how to survive on my own?

I almost thought I was destined to belong to someone,

But people don’t belong to people,

And almost is such a strong word.

Pieces

If you broke me down into little pieces,

Which pieces would you take?

Because it wouldn’t be all of them.

Piece by piece,

You would create a better woman,

For you at least.

You’d pick the thoughtful pieces,

But which memories would you pick?

The first two months when everything was new?

Or the last two months,

When you were drowning in Bacardi,

And I was left with patron.

And I fell in love with tequila when I should have fallen in love with you.

You always said I was crazy,

Not in the bad way,

In the adrenaline rush sort of way,

Jumping off trees, and cliffs,

Going on rollercoasters with our hands up and our feet off the ground.

And you said it’s dangerous and we don’t know what’s down there,

And I said, “but first we get to fly.”

I was feeling something while you were not.

I think that scared you,

So you took that piece too.

You took the piece that loved you,

More then you loved yourself.

I think you buried it somewhere.

And the piece that gave you clarity,

And silence,

And understanding,

Guess I was too much for you to handle.

You probably hid it somewhere where I wouldn’t find it.

So what will you do with the rest of the pieces?

You wanted me to be broken, right?

So I would need you.

And it’ll hurt you to see that I’m okay.

And here I am,

Half broken,

Light coming through all of the holes.

Making rainbows in between the cracks.

You didn’t think I would make it this far,

Because you needed a few extra pieces of me,

For remembrance,

For greed,

Just to see me try to ruin myself because I have gotten rid of you.

For your sake, I hope you took the right pieces.

So, tell me, what would be left,

With all of the pieces you didn’t want?