Broken pieces of your shattered heart lay on the ground
You know you have gone through this before but that does not make it hurt less
Tears roll down your face
you wonder what hurts more
the impact of your heart shattering
or the cuts the jagged edges leave on your fingers
eventually you gather up the fragments
like broken glass the pieces fit together but will never be the same
but your goal is not to rebuild the same
but to rebuild better
your fingers become lacerated against the medium of the art
but cuts turn to calluses which can withstand the torment
as the portrait comes together and the mess becomes a masterpiece
you are proud of what you made
people gather around to witness its beauty
and some people say it’s not the picture that gives it it’s beauty
but the light that shines through it
but as the people stop coming the light starts to dim
but there is still one person who comes around to see it
when she becomes the only one you offer it for her to keep
she embraces the picture and holds it up to the sun
it shines bright and brilliantly as it once did
but now with it in her hands she can see all of the flaws
she can see the mistakes and she can see all of the un-fixed cracks
out of surprise and fear she lets go of the art work and it shatters
Broken pieces of your shattered heart lay on the ground
You know you have gone through this before but that does not make it hurt less