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The sharpened shards of the broken glass heart
shattered to the cold, hard ground,
and she watched with intent eyes.
Did you truly believe her when she said she was fine?
Her heart pounding,
faster and faster;
the unsteadiness of her breath,
disabling her to speak the words she has yet to say;
her chest swelling and burning;
spilling tears left her,
blurring her vision.
She was stumbling.
She was ready to break down
You knew she was about to fall,
but made no effort to catch her.
And yet she kept her grasp
on whatever it was she had left to hold on to.
The tragedy and mess that is the broken hearted girl before you,
she didn't let you break her,
not completely,
though she never had a clue of how much longer she could hold on;
of how much more she could take.
And no ones there to help her.
Perhaps afraid they'll end up with the disease,
the torturous disease that is her heart.
They're afraid to stand where you are.
Afraid to become such a monster.
Afraid to realize what you realized...
That you broke her heart.
That you left her to wonder
what she did to deserve this...