I Left a Piece of Myself In..

I left a piece of myself in your hands—

Not a whisper of flesh,

But the softest part of me.

The part that still believed.

The part that didn’t flinch when love called.

I handed it over

Wrapped in silent hope,

Thinking you’d cradle it,

Not crush it

Between your indecision and somebody else’s body.

You didn’t say a word,

But I felt the shift—

Felt my softness hit the floor

When you let her pick up what was never hers.

You dropped me.

Casually.

Like I wasn’t something sacred.

It’s wild how quiet betrayal can be—

How it tiptoes in,

Wearing the perfume of possibility

And the silence of a coward.

I left a piece of myself in your hands,

And you gave it back

Cracked.

Dusty.

Tainted by fingerprints that weren’t mine.

So now, I keep what’s left—

Not bitter, just rebuilt.

Not heartless, just guarded.

Not broken, just more careful

With where I place my softness next time.

~Kae Jaye~