Pieces

The pain you caused,

it left me alone.

Broken.

Hurt.

Desperate.

The tears flowed,

as I layed around.

Doing nothing...

as I was broken.

My hearts was fractured;

sharp, painful.

It cut through me,

breaking me;

filling me with searing pain.

Suddenly, it was too much.

I pulled out the shards of my heart.

They cut my hands,

desperate to hurt me.

Or maybe, hurt someone.

My heart was broken,

held in my hands.

It could not change my judgement.

I slipped my hearts somewhere safe,

promising to fix it.

I plotted,

urged on by the hallowness inside of me.

There was so much I wanted.

But most of all, I wanted revenge.

I grew as hollow as my empty chest,

living only by imagining your pain...

and when the day came, it was glorious.

I grabbed my heart, which now held still.

I saw you.

Your glare rattled the scraps of my heart,

and they buzzed.

Not pausing to think, I through the shards at you,

along with the most vicous words I could think of.

They dived into you, powerful, painful, merciless.

And when I went to collect the peices from your trembling body,

my heart was whole.

I didn’t hesitate when I put the heart of stone back inside my chest.