My heart is one
Created out of glass
Exquisitely made
Beautiful yet fragile
It wasn’t supposed to break

But you let it slip
Purple cracks crept around
Its once crystalline surface
As it oozed
Crimson regret

Will someone fill these gaps
Or is there no tourniquet?
I kneel down and pray
A lithium vessel clutched in hand
Begging for an unrealizable salvation