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I'll be changing my mind.

Last week I told you how important you are to me but you didn't listen.
Last week you told me you really do care but friends is all we can be.
Last week you told me you don't want to hurt me anymore, but you are.
Last week you made my mosaic heart break into smaller pieces than it has before.

Three days ago we made intimate & passionate love at 2:00 in the a.m.
Three days ago things felt okay, and I even woke up in a good mood.
Three days ago you officially entered a committed relationship with her.
Three days ago my mosaic heart broke into smaller pieces than it ever had before.

Today I've been hurting so much more than I ever thought possible.
Today I've been thinking of you even thought I don't want to at all.
Today I've been trying to feel okay about all this, but I can't do it.
Today my mosaic heart is breaking into smaller pieces than it ever has before.

Tonight I'm feeling that pain which seems like it will never go away.
Tonight I'm needing somebody, so please tell me you're somebody.
Tonight I'm wanting to just crash and fall down, since it's all over now.
Tonight my mosaic heart is breaking into smaller pieces than it ever has before.

In this moment I'm wishing that you would've given me an opportunity.
In this moment I'm realizing that things will never be the same again.
In this moment I'm wiping away the last tear & leaving the past behind.
In this moment I'm deciding that my heart has been shattered by you for the last time.

In the morning I'm going to wake up and feel brand new again.
In the morning I'm going to be confident in my independent self.
In the morning I'm not going to regret choosing not to beg you back.
In the morning I'm not going to let you shatter my mosaic heart into pieces any smaller.

Tomorrow will be the first day of a future that is not including you.
Tomorrow will be the first time in a long while that I won't need you.
Tomorrow will be the first of many lessons finally learned & put to use.
Tomorrow will be the first chance I get to repair the pieces of my broken mosaic heart.

Three days from now I'll be doing much better than I am right now.
Three days from now I'll be thinking of you much less than I am now.
Three days from now I might not cry myself to sleep over you again.
Three days from now I'll be trying to guard my half pieced together mosaic heart of porcelain.

In one week you'll be changing your mind.
In one week I'll be standing strong without you.
In one week all this will be a mere memory.
In one week I'll know better than to ever wear my mosaic heart on my sleeve again...



                                                                                       ...just as soon as you give me a reason to.

Someday You Might.

Someday You Might

By: Miranda Byard (Me)

I find myself going back,

During times when I least expect to.

I fear my mind is forever clouded,

With the memories I have of you.

I hadn’t ever pictured things,

The way they are today.

I fought tooth and nail to keep you,

Tried to convince you to stay.

Nothing could prevent you,

From doing what you would.

Actions which caused controversy-

Undeniably misunderstood.

These things they would happen,

Day in and day out.

We’d fight and make up,

Forget what it was about.

And eventually it became so often,

We didn’t know why we were together.

We’d come to a mutual agreement,

Decided to throw away forever.

I never wanted this for us,

But looking ahead I thought I might.

Here I am 10 months later,

And you’re still the reason I write.

Your sweatshirt is still in my closet,

I’ve got your ring hidden away.

There are pictures in my dresser,

That I still look at every day.

And I know I can’t keep doing this,

Because it does nothing good.

I’ve been told to forget about you,

And I would if I could.

So I’ll sit here and feel sorry,

For myself and for you.

My heart is heavy with sorrow,

Because there’s nothing we can do.

And I hate to admit it,

But I still feel it in my chest.

You’re still that special person,

Who will always know me best.

I’ve been stuck here waiting,

To hear words you’ll never say.

Impatience pushed me forward,

To pave another way.

I picked myself up,

And dusted off the dirt.

Started walking away,

Pretending it didn’t hurt.

I fooled myself for a while,

Into thinking I’d be alright.

I had the help of one person,

Who held me close at night.

But I wasn’t getting better,

I started feeling much worse.

I’d accepted his lustful offer,

A form of ‘love’ so perverse.

An unhealthy relationship budded,

A replacement to my missing link,

Numbed the painful thought of you,

And helped me not to think.

It started out as one thing,

But soon became something else,

I knew he was trouble.

Influenza infecting good health.

He’d sleep and I’d wake,

Every day was the same.

Tomorrow’s pain would mirror today’s,

We’ve spent 10 months playing this game.

Walking on eggshells in the morning,

Sleeping on a bed of nails every night.

Playing pretend, wrong rules in mind,

All other concerns out of sight.

But I got tired of tiptoeing around,

I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore.

For too long I’d been hurting,

Crying alone behind closed doors.

And even then I couldn’t do it.

Couldn’t find it in me to tell him goodbye.

Instead we’d roll around in a bed full of tears,

And I couldn’t tell you why.

Every time I felt alone,

He’s who I decided to go to.

But every night I spent with him,

I was reminded of you.

It’s always back and forth,

He loves me, he loves me not.

Just last night we fought,

And then I gave him all I’ve got.

Desperate words left my mouth,

Just as our eyes did meet.

My heart beat faster,

Than the cars on my street.

“I can be whatever you want”

I whispered between clenched teeth.

But he couldn’t even look at me,

Eyes fixed on the ground beneath.

The silence between us,

Forced another mouthful of lies.

“We can just be friends then,

I’ve felt nothing this whole time”

And all I got from him,

Were three short words and a half glance.

“Meet me upstairs.”

This was my chance.

I was praying he’d believe me,

Hoping he’d be the one to give in.

But I couldn’t keep him waiting any longer,

So I went inside and let him win.

My stomach was in knots,

When he made his way to the door.

And the tears started flowing,

He’d left and I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

I cried so hard,

For the love I wanted so bad.

I awoke to tear stained pillows,

Makeshift sponges, soaking up the sad.

And in the mirror the next morning,

A mascara streaked face stares back.

A reminder of failed attempts,

And hurt feelings make their attack.

All over again the pain returns,

My red eyes rim with tears too wet.

Now I’m choking on my feelings,

Wishing him and I had never met.

It began as an innocent crush,

Now I’m feeling a self-inflicted burn,

Because crash after crash,

I still haven’t learned.

Eventually I’ll get smart,

And I’ll find the courage it will take,

To turn my back on this mess,

And stop this heartache.

When I finally force myself forward,

One foot after the other,

I’ll continue this journey,

Searching for another.

And even then,

Not much will change.

I’ll still look at our pictures,

And cry out your name.

I’ll relive our memories,

Day after day.

Trying to forget all the words,

That at one time you did say.

I’ll still see your face,

In strangers on the street.

I’ll still be picking up the pieces,

Of promises you could still decide to keep.

And at the end of each day,

I’ll turn out the lights.

I’ll be hoping and praying,

That someday you might.