Broken hearts
Mine, in particular, was made of glass.
Yes it had cracks and scratches
From break ups, and let downs. And small little frowns
Never had I felt real heart break.
A heart made of glass.
And you dropped it.
Threw it onto the ground really.
And started to grind it under your ***** shoes.
And I looked you in the eyes, and told you that it was okay, I looked at you and smiled as tears ran down my face.
Not seeming to be able to get out quite fast enough.
You wispered lies to me.
And I almost believed them.
But you don't just leave, someone you care about.
You don't just give up and smash every bit  of them into tiny little pieces.
That is not caring about someone.
that is not love.
Worse than I'd do to any enemy.
Any foe.
Any rival.
You've broken my heart.
And I cant quite find the courage
To bleed and break my fingers
Picking up the shards