You had my whole heart on your fist. 
You clenched it hard and I couldn’t breathe.
I silently plead “don’t drop it please.”
You dropped it.

I bleed while picking up these shards. 
Ignoring the inflicting scars 
like a puzzle piece, I put it back together. It was hard. 
But I did it.

Fragments of my heart still on your floor. 
I’m never going to get it back but it’s a reminder that I was once yours. 
You had me.