I feel like no one should know me.

No one should know my heart.

No one should know how I give it away so easy.

The boy who loved me the first.

The boy who held me close.

The boy who played me.

The boy who who planned my life.

And the one who made me want to throw it all away.

All were given pieces of my heart.

All have taken pieces of me.

Or what I use to be.

I fall so easy I feel like Oprah sometimes:

YOU get a piece of me! And YOU get my heart! YOU get my soul! EVERYONE GETS A PIECE OF ME.

Not as exciting as a new car but what I can I do?

I trust. I confine. I fall. I love. I have been stepped on. I have been tricked. I have been lied to. I have been used.

Now I have no heart,

Just another space empty.

Like spaces between my fingers,

Holding my own hand.

Sometimes I can laugh again,

And you can see the glimmer of what I use to be.

And then when the giggles subsided

All that is left is me.

What's left of how I use to be.

No heart. No soul.

All alone.

Not that exciting but what can I do?