I come to you, my heart in my hands, broke into pieces. Sharp, jagged shards like glass I struggle to put back together. Just as my heart takes shape and starts to come together, you slip and shatter it over again. I am sliced to ribbons, bleeding crimson, burning pain, yet I hold tighter to the fragments. There must be a way to mend it, to make it better again. To stop the searing pain and have it only be a memory.