It feels like
You reached into my chest
And at first, anyway,
Caressed my heart;
Boosted it;
And made it grow stronger.

And so I opened up to you;
Trusted you;
Fell for you.
Remember when you told me
That people can't help who they fall for?

Well I think
That those we fall for
Could help us not to fall for them
By being less kind-then-cruel.

Because now it feels like
You are still reaching into my heart,
But are clinging to it
As someone else tries to heal me;
And you are crushing it
Into tiny pieces
Slowly.
Oh, so slowly.
Is this really necessary?