Record heart

The heart is like a broken record.

Replaying the same beat; over and over.

Sometimes the beat slows, because it doesn't want the moment to go by too fast...

Sometimes the ebat quickens, to get past the hurtful moments...

And sometimes...

Like now...

It breaks...

The record is dropped and it's broken on the floor.

In millions of pieces...

Scattered...

With its memories...

Waiting for someone to come

and sweep up the pieces;

And put on a different record...

Maybe they will be a little more careful...

Crash.

Smash.

Shatter.

Then again...

Maybe not...