Jigsaw Puzzle

A broken heart being put back together. In other words a crap ton of tears, blood, and more tears.

What is this shattered before me?
It's made of glass,
But no longer what it once was.

Slowly,
I glue this jigsaw puzzle back together,
Lovingly caressing the pieces as I go.

I've got cuts on my hands,
That are sure to scar,
From this gruesome work.

Blood has stained my beautiful creation,
And I weep for this reason,
Now my tears will, as well, forever taint it.

When I step back,
To marvel at my handiwork,
My eyes widen in shock.

My heart lies before me,
All beaten and battered,
Despite my slaving to safe it,
To make it shine like new.

I realize, now, that it is not my blood that stains it,
But another's.
And it is not my tears that have smudged the glass,
But a strangers.

They are His.
My lover's.

I stand frozen,
And my fragile heart,
Threatens to break once again.

Quick glimpses flash,
In front of my wide chocolate eyes.

They're of me and him,
Us together.
Pictures of what I always thought we'd be.

My ears are filled with abominating words,
My abominating words,

Slashing him and slicing him open,
Causing him to bleed and weep on my glass heart,
And he repaid me,
Shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces.

Yes,
I begged for him,
To break my heart,
So I could lovingly glue it back,
And promptly forget about him,
Even the love he put me through.

Now I wait again,
For love I can stand,

With my band-aid super glued heart,
Resting patiently,
In my scarred hands.

Author's Note

Things can be fixed. So if you have any suggestions let me know.