Shattered Poem by Monica Paris

I thought you were the one
you told me you loved me.

So I gave you my heart
and said to hold it tightly.

But you dropped it
and it shattered.

Betrayal is your weakness
and it’s become a pattern.

So I swept up the pieces
and put them back together.

You cry that you’re contrite
and tell me I matter.

I’m sorry to say that
you no longer make my heart flutter.

I wish I could forgive you
but my heart did shatter.

It will never
be whole again.

For I left
out a piece.

And it no
longer has a spot.

For the
weak.