C'est la vie

Yeah... first post!  Woohoo! ...meh.  A sad bit of poetry I wrote.  It's for a couple different people.

I have something for you. 

                        I'm scared to share it... 

                                                I'm scared to offer it. 

                                                                        I'm offering my heart. 

I know, it's broken,

                        cracked,

                                    and covered in footprints,

                                                                        but it's all I have. 

I'm offering it to you. 

                        All I can ask is that you don't hurt it anymore. 

                                                            If you're willing to accept it, maybe we can put it back together.  Maybe you can help me make this whole again...

                                                                        If you want. 

                                                                                    I'm scared.

                                                                                                I've offered this to others...

                                                                                                                                    It hurt.

See those cracks?

                        That footprint right there?

                                                They're from the people

                                                                        Who rejected my gift.

It's supposed to be special.

                                    I guess it isn't.

                                                If it can be thrown out

                                                                        like a piece of trash

I'm scared of what you'll do to me.

I love you.

            You don't love me.

                                    Please, don't go!

                                                            I need you.

I need someone.

                        Anyone.

                                    Please, please don't leave me.

I'm sorry.

            I shouldn't have said anything.

I should have known.

                        It's happened before...

                                                I guess...

                                                            I guess I'm just not good enough, neh?

Karma's come to get her revenge

                                                I'm atoning for the past.

I understand.

            C'est la vie~

                        Such is life.

I was cruel in the past,

                                    The future is cruel to me.

                                                                        C'est la vie.

The formatting is a bit wonky, but whatever.  It works.