There are no words to describe the shattered fragments of the heart that lies before me.

Covered in blood from what is pain, happiness, joy and memories of what once was.

It’s hard to see if these shards of a broken heart comes from you or me.

Maybe it’s both…

Just when I thought the pain couldn’t worsen, the bleeding palms of my hands say otherwise.

Slowly trying to piece our hearts back together, leave cuts needing stitches along every ounce of my skin.

Crouched over on bloodied palms and knees, tears fall aimlessly towards he red ruin before me.

Will  I ever be able to piece us back together again? goo

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