she came in with broken pieces

Yet i fell in love with her beautiful soul

I was willing to put every piece together

I took my time and effort

I didn't care how many times

the broken pieces cut me

no matter how many times i cried from the pain

i was willing to give her my all

she turned me into a vase that held dead flowers

while she stood with a blank face

not watering them but watch me slowly rot

she walked away not before she pushing me

turning me into her broken vase