Feeble

It was weak

It was small

It was feeble

And yet, I felt the need to save it

I tried to figure out what to call it

I thought if I left it as it was it would heal

But it never did

I watched from a distance

I watched from afar

And still, it didn’t recover

It’s not my fault about what happened to it

It just couldn’t handle the truth

We both know that

I tilt my head when I see it

Trying to decipher what to do with it

I almost felt pity on it

But why feel pity on something you destroyed?

It took me so long to discover what it was

It took

Days

Weeks

Months

Maybe even years

But now I know what it is

Your broken heart