Reconstructing

Wed, 07/16/2014 - 16:33 -- Whesley

She stares,
eyes full of despair.
I listen patiently,
telling myself I don't care,
even as, my heart begins to tear.
What a stupid lie,
on the inside I all but die.
I do not succeed,
because it's her I need.
Her eyes become wells,
her pupils empty shells.
Spilling water to the ground,
and in her tears, I am drowned.
My heart stops his solo,
and solidifies.

Her hand envelopes mine,
skin like silk, so fine.
The wrecking ball comes crashing,
Through the rock it's smashing.
She says were through.
My heart hits the floor,
in pieces of two.

She walks away,
Smashing fragments of clay
all the way.
When she's gone,
I fall to my knees,
While the particles slowly freeze.
Clouds form behind my eyes,
as despair blots my soul.
And I realize I'm mortal.
Finally, I pick myself up,
and place the useless shards into a cup.
I set to work on the puzzle,
rebuilding my broken heart anew.
Fitting the jagged pieces together,
With only tears for glue.

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