you pick it up

I'm standing here

picking up my heart

THE ONE YOU SHATTERED

with the ax of ice and hate

My heart lays there, 

so many pieces

piece by piece 

it goes into a jar

Why did i let you do this?

i knew it was coming

i could have stopped it

you barely touched me 

Your kisses cold

heart lost

The eyes that were once for me 

Now they wander the endless ocean

I wont cry

Eyes so dry

I stop

look up

raise my brows

Wait!

why am i doing this?

YOU COME PICK UP MY HEART!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know about the last line. Someone who torn you up. Would need great distance. A strong poem. With each added line made the story more sad and real. A very good poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Wondering Mind]

it's always difficult to find all the pieces once a heart shatters.

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great title..sometimes you have to take a stand in life and love..well said