Heartbroken; not even a dim flame of delight.
A Window; my heart translucent, reflecting and fragile.
Breaking; veins of crevasses and etches within the glass.
Delicate; one nudge, one move, one gentle touch.
Shattered; exploding into various pieces, ruined.
Despair; falling into depression, darkness swallowing what was left.
Injured; cuts, wounds, and bruises...attempting to repair the fallen pieces.
Friends; unable to mend the broken glass.
Family; my own flesh and blood, unable to replace the shattered heart
Crush; attempting to fix with his own hands, yet unable to replace the irreplaceable
Flirt; taking interest, but unable to solve this very flawed puzzle
Love; never been fixable, but where it used to be, is where his heart now lies.
Copyright © Braden Joseph | Year Posted 2013