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.