More Than A Broken Heart

I thought that if i gave you the key, it would keep you from breaking down the door to my heart. I guess i was wrong. Very wrong. You didn’t just stop with the door either. You pushed and pushed until the frame cracked and the whole thing fell to pieces. I can’t tape it together this time. Too many pieces are missing. Now i have a crumbled mess sitting where my heart used to be. Tape no longer sticks, glue no longer holds, string no longer ties. This time it’s unfixable : broken for good. Everyone says you can’t die from a broken heart but they are wrong. It’s an internal diseaseee. The shards fall slowly as the whole thing crumbles. As the blanket of pieces becomes thicker, those on the very bottom begin to dig in. They slice and cut : they embed in deep until you can’t breathe. As the black closes in the last thing you will realize is this : You are free. Non one can break your heart again.