Piece by piece.

I never wanted tho break. I wanted to glue your fucked up pieces together. I thought that maybe I had the right glue. That many glue was the strength that you needed. I believed that you was worth my time. Worth my headache. Worth my deterioration. I saw a light in you that turned out to only be a lit shadow of you're darkness. I felt the coldness that inhabited your heart. I saw my pieces of vulnerability in the floor around me. The only strength I had, the only pride I felt was when I picked up those pieces, put them in my pocket and left with a silent "Fuck you."