Shards

Her piercing eyes contradict her soft words

Her lively disposition hides her glassy heart

The lies she tells to avoid further hurt

Have seen its last day

The words that he told her are

Left burning in her mind

She cries when reality slaps her

And tells her the past can’t be erased

She’s falling

The glass is shattering

Faster, sharper

Stabbing away at the memories

Trying to forget

But it’s hopeless

Disaster drips from the end of every sliver

How will she survive?

When her heart is made of glass.