shattered heart

he has hurt me the most yet i love him... but he doesnt love me =(

i stare at the pieces of me shattered all around
the faces of those who hurt me
the more they hurt
the jaggeder the edges
the sharper the corners
and the more compelling it is to run back to them.

I stare at the pieces,
some taped up so you almost don't see the face
the only way i can be around them is to forget how they hurt me
to hide what made them, them.

some broken in more fragments than could be counted.
smashed from my heart
and spread among the rest of the hurt
causing pain. but lost in all the rest

some are dull edged
from time and wear
becoming something i can touch again
so i place it in my palm, and continue picking through the rest.

and one is untouchable,
jagged and ready to cut,
deeper
and deeper
and deeper.
Shaper than razorblades
but as inviting as hope.
his face is broken in 3,
the ring is in another shard,
and even more with all his words
and all the hopeful promises,
lost to the reality of the world
and to a now hopeless heart.

Author's Note

any thoughts?