You've shown me how a broken heart feels,
As if it was ripped out and stomped on with spiked heels.
I can't begin to tell you how broken I am,
I feel as if I picked you in the marine, not realizing you're a razor clam.
My heart is not dead, death would make it numb.
Instead, my heart is simply a steel drum,
Each beat is magical; I praise each thrum.
I ask myself, "Does he even care?"
Does he even care how utterly he broke me?
Is he so blind that he cannot see,
Love can overcome anything?
I realize now that wanting to fall in love was a mistake.
I sit here all alone, begging my heart not to ache,
But the cold iciness causes me to shake and shake and shake.