her heart is ripped
like how scissors cut a paper
like a storm between paradise
like a trust, broken into pieces

how can she ever get her heart back?
her whole heart
that loved shamelessly
that loved nothing else but to be happy

she can't think of anything that will distance the sadness
apart from herself;
that will remove the pain
causing the broken parts locked in chains

how to fix a shattered soul?
where one reason could be the source
and that reason can't be known
for a bomb can explode

heart in anguish
and she, herself, could be the reason
bloodshot eyes
the tears of the fallen optimist