You gave me your heart and I broke it.
I dropped it on the floor and it shattered into pieces.
I wish I could help you pick it up,
But my trembling hands would only cause more damage,
And so, I watch you struggle with tear-filled eyes,
Your fingers, red and bleeding from the sharp fragments of what used to live in your chest.
.
I remember the day you gave me that beating thing,
It was warm and heavy,
Filled with so many emotions and memories,
Our rhythms would often sync,
And I would lose track of whose heart was whose,
You entrusted it to me,
And I broke it.
I broke our relationship,
I broke our love,
I broke our faith in each other,
But most of all,
I broke your heart.
.
I wish my tears could fix it,
I would use them like glue,
Binding each tiny shard back together,
It wouldn’t matter if it cuts my skin,
Heartbreak is more painful.
.
Still, I would only get in the way.
So instead, I will give you space to grieve the loss of what we were.
I’m sorry I let go,
My own heart has its own fissures,
And as a result,
My hands are not stable,
But I will learn to sew,
And stitch my heart whole
As it once was.