Shattered Pieces and a Bottle of Glue
His love was nothing more than a facade
One he put up in hopes of fooling her
His task was to find her broken pieces
But without hesitation she handed them to him
And signed her name on the jagged edges
Unknowing of his true actions with it
He gave her a charming smile and handed
All of her pieces back to her with a bottle of glue
"Fix it," he said. "I know not what to do with these."
So she obeyed and glued the pieces together
To form an almost-heart
Some parts you could see inside where she was hurt
Where she was left alone to her own thoughts
This didn't faze him though, and he held the solid
Piece in both hands and looked at her once again
And with that he spread his upward palms and
Watched as the pieces doubled on the ground
Spreading about like that of a flower's petals in spring
He turned on his heel and left her alone
Left her to count all of her broken pieces
And to fix herself once more.
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