Nothing Left To Love

I'm lost.
Agonized.
Why?
My life shatters perfectly every time.
Nothing like glass.
Just perfect little fragments of me,
laying
across the floor of one of my childhood homes.

Why?
Can't they see
that they are
breaking me,
over and over
and over again.

I can't find all my pieces.
Someday there'll be nothing left of me.
Her daughter,
their sister,
grandchild,
best friend,
savior.
I'm disappearing
with the moon
when the sun rises.