Where do the pieces
That once made up a whole, steadily beating heart
That have now been torn
Vein from vein,
Vessel from vessel,
Artery from artery, go?

I often find myself picking up these broken pieces,
sometimes unable to find some missing parts
I often also find myself stitching the pieces back together,
Hoping that, somehow, if my poor heart
became close to the entity it once was,
It would begin to beat once again.

Her hair
will never fall effortlessly the way mine used to;
Her soft hands
will never intertwine with yours the way mine used to;
Her Hazel Eyes
will never shine in the same way these Ocean Eyes used to;
Her voice
will never be able to soothe the most agitated corners of your soul, and steady the beat of your heart the way mine used to;

These Ocean Eyes will not look at you in the same way they used to
These lips will never smile at the sound of your name or your voice, or at the thought of kissing you
This heart won't beat to the rhythm of yours like it used to

She
will never
unconditionally be able to love every piece of your puzzle the way I used to.


                                   And only then, will your pretty brown eyes
                                   realize
                                   that when you shattered a diamond,

                  She became a night full of shining stars
                  Illuminating for new Brown Eyes,

In a way it will never shine for you
again.