The Worst Kind Of Luck Poem by Silence Dogood

Follow my heart.
The broken pieces scattered along the floor
Pick them up.
Put them together.
mend me
Fix me
repair my broken ways
Retrieve the sword from the chest
and stitch this gaping wound
heal me
make me better
make me yours
my heart is broken
too far gone to be whole again
knives stabbed deep
pins enclosed
acid poured
scissors inserted
pieces missing
skin askew
blood pouring melting with the brick
My hearts condition
so poor
so bad
but all you need is some love
and some glue
some bandaids
and a first aid kit
and you can fix me
put me back together
etch your name into the seams
let me carry you with me
always and forever
but instead of helping me
and repair what can't be fixed
you follow the path like stepping stones
your feet crushing the bruised flesh
until the pieces are too small to be picked up
too small to be found
until all that can be seen
is a river of red
leading the path
to sorrow
but what does it matter
it was yours to do what you wanted with
when you wanted
My heart wasn't mine
for it belonged to you
and you just destroyed it
you destroyed your only chance at love
crushed it with your feet
and the weight of your intentions
you have nothing left inside of you
no heart to beat
for mine was yours to have
and to hold
mine was your replacement
but you threw it away
because you didnt know
what you could of had
because who told you?
All you knew was that
there was someone
with a crush on you
and it tore you apart
and so like their crush crushed you
your crush crushed them
because your love was held in the power
of fame
greed
and good fortune
and what can I say
I'm the worst kind of luck.