Little booklet of poems

This Broken Heart

When life gets me down
I take comfort in my broken heart.
This broken heart offers memories
Memories of fun times shared with those I loved...

And those who loved me.

This broken heart helps me remember the fun times of life
But it's all in little pieces
Scattered here and there
Lying all over the ground.

Nothing can fix this broken heart
Because there's nothing left to give
Nothing left but the little pieces that once made a whole.

This poor broken heart trusts too easily
Mostly because something might be "different" about someone
Something that sets them apart from everyone else.

But there's one thing that's the same about every one of them.
They take the fragments of this broken heart.
They hold those fragments in their hands...

Before they throw them on the floor
And break what little I had left.

Now this broken heart is nothing but a fine dust
A fine dust of what once was a strong, passionate heart.

Nothing can fix it.
Nothing can mend it.

All I can do is kneel down and scoop up the dust in hopes of someone worthy of holding what fragment of soul I have left.

Maybe this broken heart will be mended...

...someday...