I’ve never heard a heart break

But I’ve seen the shattered pieces

Glinting in the sun

Littered across the floor

 

I’ve felt the shards, piercing

Against the soles of my feet

Blood weeping and mixing

In a parody of empathy

 

I should have listened when you said

Wear shoes among the ruins

Your feet are awfully sensitive

Against this kind of damage

 

But I’ve never been afraid

To walk barefoot in the wreckage

If it will spare you

Even a splinter of the hurt

 

But I guess I should have remembered

How fierce in pain you are

Prepared to pick up the salvageable pieces

With your bandage wrapped fingers

 

I never would have pegged you

The masochistic type

To wallow in the aching

And revel in the anger

 

But who am I to know

 

The echoes of your sorrow

Are weak and misleading

Against the righteous selfishness

Of my infinite understanding

 

I’ve witness the brittle beating

But I’ve never heard a heart break

Only seen the shattered pieces

Gripped tightly in your palms