A/N: There was a different physical structure for "pieces" but the site doesn't like me. I don't think it really affects the poem all that much, though. Just imagine the word all mixed up and jumbled, ok?

Crushed

I silently look on

And smile at what my mind

Can conjure up.

Small fantasies that mean

Nothing,

But yet are somehow,

Everything.

And then, unexpectedly,

You look up,

Catch my eye (catch me )

And smile.

That’s when my heart

Breaks into a billion tiny

P--i--e--c--e--s.

Now I’m waiting for you to

Stretch out your hand

And put me back together again.