"You Say"

of fixing ones broken pieces

"You promised me. And then you broke that promise." – Anonymous.

You say it’s my fault, but you don’t even listen.

You say I’m wrong, won’t you look in a mirror?

You say you love me, yet your words and actions speak differently.

You say you’ll hold me, yet you’re the first one breaking me.

I’m sorry if I did you wrong, but can you blame me?

I’m sorry for trying when you weren’t willing.

You don’t care enough to listen; you don’t care enough to stay.

So tell me a reason why I should give you any sort of respect?

I may act irrational, but at least I try to understand.

I may speak, but at least I know when to keep silent.

How can I really know you love me, when all I feel is hurt?

How can I really know you love me, when all I hear is your attitude towards me.

People don’t hurt who they love intentionally, people try to help them out.

You fail to do both things and more, always demanding, but never willing to admit you’re wrong.

You can’t continue on like that because I can’t continue letting it be like that.

I’m a person too.

Someone with feelings and a heart, someone who cries over heartache and rejoices over romance.

Someone who is broken, but fighting. Someone who hides behind a smile.

Now tell me what I should feel after you’ve taken every single piece of dignity.

Now tell me how I should act towards your disrespect.

Because you say all those things, yet I don’t see proof amongst your words.

Because you say all those things, yet break me more.

So go ahead and tell me how I’m going to fix myself once you’re done with my broken pieces.

I’m pretty sure I can hide them behind a smile again.

That seems to work perfectly fine. After all, you don’t notice. People don’t notice.

– Ciana Isabel