What was once so soft and gentle, seemed strong and unwavering

What used to be so kind, now only seems cruel

Letters littered with false truths and broken vows

Sealed with sweet sentiments and hidden behind “I love you’s”

With lies seeping between long, intangible lines

From words once written to comfort and soothe

Unable to forget the pure heart that these phrases once poured from

The burden of a broken heart is both jagged and rough

A hearth that was once bright, now only burns and singes

Furious flames, tinged with hate, and fueled from past-love

Like a child who used to be so full of joy and bliss

But has grown up to feel the bittersweetness of life

Now, only a broken person that clings on to false hopes

Nothing left but tear stains and a fractured spirit remaining

Tainted by the hard truth that life tests you

That change is the only constant and nothing lasts forever

And as their heart begins to crack and bleed

They hurriedly rush to cover the wounds

To hide the pain that echoes throughout

To preserve the last shreds of dignity that they have left

Scattered bits chipping away into nothing but sharp shards

Behaving as broken glass, unable to be swept away, and seen through easily

Mirroring the facade they present, false and transparent

Inaccurate in depicting the true reflection of their sorrow

And no matter how desperately they may try to cover it up

To conceal the hurt that cuts deep, and stings further

To try and move on with their life, with so much yet to be lived

Towards the path of healing and a promise of chance

But nonetheless, they are unable to do so, incapable in a sense

Because when a heart breaks, it never breaks even

For one heart is always wounded, and scarred

Yet, eventually heals, and remains unscathed overall

While the other is left shattered, and broken to bits

Irrevocably changed and never to be quite fully fixed