The Shattered Heart

The Shattered Heart

 

Would it not be love so pure that opens my eyes?

Could it be that I have been blind to what is before me?

 

I see with passion that is no longer able to taste,

I taste with feeling-less desires.

 

My heart once opened to feel the sting of rejection.

The scars still raw from the cruelness I was shown.

 

My heart is no more,

It is an empty vessel that cannot even hold tears.

 

It is the weight that holds my passion from feeling.

Would you asked for it I would splinter from its memory.

 

Do not ask of such things lightly.