Glass Heart

My love for you is unfathomable

I envision the life we hoped for,

but I’m no longer what you need.


You pushed me away,

told me to move on

and tossed away a dozen promises.


Your glass heart is not mine,

I let it slip through my fingers

and shatter at my feet.


I attempt to put the pieces back together,

but shards slice my skin

and the slits on my palms drip blood

on the broken pieces of your glass heart.


Too bad masochism is your thing,

I never enjoyed the cuts.

You found pleasure and comfort

knowing they would never heal.


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