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My heart
Cracked like an egg
When you didn’t show.
I tasted my emotions
One last time
Before I said goodbye.
I may see you again
But I won’t feel
Like I did that night.
It’s too much trouble
To continually rebuild
The walls around my heart.
I’ll just leave it
Broken into bits
Too tiny to feel.
If I’m lucky,
Someone will grind them into the dirt,
And I won’t be able to find them.
It’s a vain hope,
But it gives me joy
And some despair.
I hope it stays
Broken
Forever.