Heart in pieces, pounding like a drum, could feel the pulse, see it under her skin if you looked closely enough.
Mind racing, trying to make sense of it all, to put the words together, but having to remind her lungs to breathe in air and exhale.
Break me again her heart cried. Let them break me again, because you can’t fix this part of you that loves to deeply. Not until you’re broken enough to not come back.
She never learns. Let them break you again until there’s nothing left and you can be reborn from the ashes of what they called love.
Her loyalty knows no boundaries. She will give until there is nothing left. Until her heart washes down the drain of her shower along with her hopes and dreams of what could have been.
Break me now her heart cried so that I don’t have to wonder when I will suffer later. When it will all burn and the scars inflicted will never heal.
Her heart whispered back, they cannot break what has already been broken. Your tears have blinded you. Look at the blood on your hands. No amount of needle and thread will repair the damage done here.
The pieces are already gone. The damage in place. They rest in another’s hands, carelessly held or tossed away and you will have to scorch your surface and rebuild your walls. You cannot break what is already shattered.