Love’s scarred me for the umpteenth time again.
Inconsolable beyond repair.
If I’m lucky, I’ll assemble whatever’s left of this damaged heart of mine.
Hoping patience can mend it with healing and time.
Molding, shaping, taping, and piecing; my vision becomes impaired.
Tears drowning the eyes.
Memories falling and producing images upon the fragile pieces.
Hands throb from the labor because I work night and day without rest.
Perseverance pays off; completing it.
Though the hearts looks strong on the outside, still scared deep inside hidden from prying eyes.
Encasing it and placing on it the shelf.
The unexpected happens all over again.
Fooled into handing my fragile heart over labeled: “Handle with Care”.
But it’s thrown on the ground.
Stomped; I grip my chest as I hear the cracking sound.
Fractured once more.
Gathering the pieces to start my work all over.
Comprehension hits me; I drop the pieces back on the floor.
Not going back down that road; what’s the point?
Turning around; I’m complacent with defeat.