I did it.
I picked up pieces,
the broken pieces of my heart.
The same heart that you broke,
tore it shreds,
thinking I would never find all of the pieces to it,
but I did.
Now I sit here on the edge of town,
under the Cherry Tree,
the same tree we fell in love under,
but now I sit here with needle.
Holding the pieces, I think about you.
About your lies,
Every "I love you" to our last fight,
tears pouring down my face creating the thread that I used to sew my heart back up.
Now I sit here in silence,
the warm breeze from the tree offered its comfort,
wrapping me in its cozy embrace.
I stand up, drying my eyes with one hand, my heart in the other,
I walk away from the Cherry Tree,
the same tree where we fell in love under,
the same tree where I fixed my broken heart,
the same heart you broke.