It’s entirely true

That when I was a young girl,

I broke my heart,

Shattering it in two

As a child,

There was little strife in my life

And no reason for me

To ever believe otherwise

I was naive, sheltered

From the cruel truths of the world

My only undoing was growing up,

Becoming older

If that hadn’t happened,

I never would’ve known

The lies strewn about

In my own life,

The impurities of a world unknown

It was learning that truth

That pierced my soul

For the first time,

I suddenly knew

The world I’d known

Was merely a scathing amalgamation

Of evil, ruthless lies, resounding cries

And with this new knowledge,

I broke my own heart,

Shattering it in two

The pieces, rough, jagged

Would never fully come back together

I was young

I loved you 

as a child 

loves its mother

wholly

completely

without thought

or reason

it was natural

inevitable

you smiled at me

alone and insecure

you made me feel beautiful 

I was yours forever

until 

I wasn’t 

I raged

angry at you

for some slight

an adolescent fury

destructive

short-lived

immediately regretted

full of sorrow and remorse

I sought your forgiveness

but

understanding

mercy

was not in your nature

and though I begged

for days

that became weeks

and months

and yes,

years

your silence

became an impenetrable wall

I could not fell

and so I lay my heart

at the foot

where it lies 

shriveled yet

beating still

for you.

Crimson roses

stand

in a vase,

wilting

like

my heart

and my face.

Slowly,

they loose

their

rich pigment

and fade;

petals fall

to the table

like the tears

that

I’ve shed.

A token,

and gesture;

he goes

through

the motions.

His heart’s

far

from me

and

void

of

emotion.

Soon,

I’ll

admit there’s no

love left to give,

and we’ll part,

hearts and lips,

in our

bloodless,

last kiss.