I wrote this awhile ago and just stumled across it in an old notebook, I am not sure when I wrote it, mayhaps end of September begining of October...Hmmm..Note to self...date what you write.

I feel as if a piece of me is missing...
Not the biggest piece nor the most important,
It was called my other half...
How can that be? When I go on living...
One could not live without their other half.
...could they?

I held my heart in my hands
Already knowing that in order to feel
To love, it must needs break
I knew beforehand the pain I would learn
Yet I gave my heart

It feels as if I gave a part of me
And it was smashed up
And then returned to me again
But it will never all be right again...