my heart
is like a glass vase
it can be shattered into a million pieces
if you drop it
i warned you to be careful with it
i trusted you to hold it in your hands
i told you it was fragile
and you threw it with so much force
all the pieces
scattered around on the floor
not once did you regret
breaking my fragile heart
you just decided
you liked holding hearts
but not for too long
before you would break them
