The Collage

As I look back to acknowledge what I have become,
all I see is your face.
Maybe it is the only impact that counted
to change all of my views, my outlook, and opinions.
Some for the better.
Some for the worst.
Now the new says let go...
Let go of you, let go of the past.
How can I use lessons learned if I just let go?
Memories of the bridge haunts me the most,
all of the empty promises,
all of the echoing laughter,
all of the designed pain.
How I so easily threw trust around,
almost as carlessly as you threw the word "love" around.
With no concept of the definition,
with no concept of the emotional baggage.
My mind is now a collage.
You.
Me.
Him.
Broken to peices,
scattered about,
resulting in the ultimate picture
of life as shattered glass.
The mixture of pain,
the mixture of happiness,
minus my reflection.