In Honor of the Lord by Bittersweet

Broken

I am broken, unwanted.

I gave him my heart and he broke it.

Tore it into shreds, ripped it open.

He broke me.

He broke my heart and my spirit.

I fell from grace when he said those words to me.

But you caught me,

You were the one to help me up.

You held me when I cried,

You took my hand when I stumbled.

He left my heart in pieces on the floor,

Carelessly thrown aside.

You helped me put my shattered heart back together,

You were there for me when he wasn't.

And in ways he didn't want to be.

He used me and abused me,

And you took my battered reflection,

And made it beautiful again.

I say I asked to much of him,

And you say I didn't ask enough.

You have already mended my spirit,

And have started on my heart.

I know three little words that would mend it up.

And those words are 'I love you'.

Though I wish so much to hear you voice,

Say those words to me,

I am terrified too.

To hear those words and be broken again,

I couldn't take the pain again.

Especially not from you.

Because those three little words,

Have already etched themselves around your name,

In the pieces of my heart.

My broken heart is almost mended,

And I can see him without a tear in my eye.

I can talk with him without the fear of being hurt.

My heart only holds bruises now,

And I wish just once,

You would look at me ,

The way he looks at her.

To look at me just once with passion,

And with love.

You've given me so much already,

But I must ask for more.

For you to say you love me,

The way that I love you.

I am no longer broken,

And I will await the day,

Where I can be with you.