I broke you
I Shattered
What was left of your cold heart.
How?
Well I simply made you believe that you were amazing, astonishing, capable of love. Capable of being a lover when your parents failed to show you. I fooled you into thinking that I was flawless, it is a talent of mine. A depressed man I found you, one filled with joy I made you, and left you a broken man with a manipulated heart.
I snatched your heart and kept it in my hand. A slippery one it was because I struggled to hold it day by day. I put it in my pocket when my hands got nervous and sweaty. It was pounding and breaking my concentration throughout the day. Racing, one million beats a millisecond.
But with anything, humanity gets tired of holding on to nice things. So I did what any cold hearted soul would do, I dropped it. Wait no. It slipped. Hold on no let me recall that day. Oh that’s right; I threw it.
Down it went, pieces were scattered all over the road and I watched the rain come and wash the entirety of it down the nearest sewage drain.
I then watched you in tears, desperately trying to put them back together. Your tears creating a river that was washing the pieces down the drain. My dear shouldn’t you be able to do this quicker? You’ve done it once before.
