Glass Hearts Poem by Sharni M

Time has past, minutes to hours, days to weeks. My glass heart still cracked and smudged from the painful disappearance of love
For awhile the pieces wouldn't fit together and my hands became sore from the shards of emotions, red puddles forming beneath my tears. My eyes grew clouded and burned at the sight of my reality, at the sight of mess i had become. What's the point of fixing something so useless? Those words echoed against the glass heart which was now a pile of crystal sand but before it could blow away it was touched by something even kinder than the love i knew. Each soft hand gave a piece of themself, a shard to which would fit inside the cracks of my being, of my heart. Little by little my eyes became clearer as together we mended what was once broken. I could finally see those who saved me from myself, those who to had glass hearts like mine, each one different with missing pieces but still beautiful.
So now i sit with these people, my friends with glass hearts and let time pass me, minutes to hours, days to weeks. Alone i am broken but together with them i am whole and nothing can destroy that bond we all share, not love or death, for we each have glass hearts built up of eachother