Since I heard the words of this song I've haven't been able to get them out of my head. It's true when your heart breaks it lies there shattered in pieces. They are sharp and burning. Why would you want to pick them up? Why try to salvage something so fragile that can hurt so deeply, again? You turn your back on the pieces of your heart. You never even noticed that someone picked them up. They have pieces of your heart but in their hand those pieces are cool like shinny gems. Sometimes they try to give them back to you. They try to put the pieces back together for you. Other times they don't notice the mess and step right through it not realizing what they've done till they hear the crunch under their foot. Now what? Do they move backwards or carry on forwards? And I? What do I do? I have a jar of broken hearts. A little piece of everyone's soul. Some larger then others. It's filled. I've been the one who has carelessly stepped on the pieces. I've been the one to drop the fragile heart in the first place. I've been the one who has cut her hands shifting between two hearts that have been broken simultaneously. Trying to find my pieces over his. I always pick up my pieces. I never leave them behind. If you're quick enough to snatch one bravo for you.
So this jar...It's been filling up for a while now. I wouldn't say I'm proud of it but in a way I am. Not that I am a collector of broken hearts but that I was capable of loving someone and they turned around and were capable of loving me too. I've been blesses with much love and compassion in my life. But sometimes when I'm low I look at that jar of broken heart pieces. I hope to myself that the piece I took has grown back. Anyone who tells you love is unselfish is not in-love. I was selfish for stealing those pieces. I was honest and being myself when I broke those hearts but I was selfish to not let them pick up all of their own broken heart.