A million pieces scattered on the floor,
Each one a glimpse of what we had before.
They whisper rumors, a happiness you've found,
While my heart breaks in a silent, echoing sound.
How can I tell them I've seen it with my own eyes?
The way you held her, a love that used to be mine. The ache is a secret, a burden I hold,
Pretending I don't know, a story left untold.
A stranger in my own skin, I play the part,
Smiling through the hollowness that tears me apart. Wishing the truth could escape in a scream,
But silence holds me captive,
a shattered, silent dream.
Maybe someday,
the pieces will find their way back,
Mended by time on a healing track.
But for now, I wear this mask,
a shield from the pain,
Hoping one day, love will find me again
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