Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Pieces

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.