Fragile

I gave you my heart, fragile and frail, and begged you to handle it with care. But you looked me dead in the eye and dropped it, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Now, hollow and heartless, I'm left to pick up the fragments. You come begging for forgiveness, trying to mend the pieces of my broken heart. But I told you, my love will return only when you've fully repaired the damage. Yet, even then, our love will never be the same. It will be bare, like the patches inflicted on my heart