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.