And the pieces fall, not crashing down alerting everyone
But slowly slipping silently from my fingers dripping with blood,
The beaten and worn slices mixed with a deep crimson, glisten on the floor beneath my feet.
To think that those shards once were being held out to you for the keeping is foolish
As before when they were beautifully welded together without scratches nor scars to be seen,
You denied and manipulated the magnificant detail bestowed upon you.
I'll go on, living the facade of smiling faces and emotion-full eyes, you won't tell the difference and no one else can.
All the skipped heart beats and lasting hugs come to an abrupt end seemingly wasted and impossible.
I take a step and a promising crunch rings out signifying the closure of pain,
Because to hurt, you need a heart and you just blatently destroyed my last one into a million little glass shards...