Pieces of Me - Poetry

My hopes, my dreams.

Not mine alone.

He's been here

He was there when I was playing,

he was there to see me die.

I'll carry his heart,

as you carry mine.

I did this just to set you free,’

just to make sure you didn't die on me.

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I'm not angry at you,’

or at you at all.

I'm not going to tell you you're wrong.

I'm going to leave now,

so that when your time comes,’

there's a bit of me still with you.