• My heart is in a dusty pile on the ground.
    He offers to help me sweep it into the corner.
    But what happens once it gets there?
    It decays, slowly.
    Do you want this? Do I?
    Nobody deserves the crumbling pain
    Of a broken heart.
    He will not assist.
    Only tear it further.
    I will cry, for sure.
    But I figure...
    This is only one life.
    How many more chances will I get?
    One cannot attempt to
    Live a million lives in one.
    It's impossible.