The Hardest Hearts are the Hardest to Mend

He set his stage careful,

with trust
and heart
and love.

I handed him my heart,

Locked tight, and

Guarded with care.

I handed him the key.

He drown it in gun powder
with rockets
and sparklers
and

Turned his back slow,

with a wink

and smirk
and

I panicked

and breathed,
soft,
to stop.

He lit me on fire.

But hope
and need
and trust,
kept me still.

The fuse ablaze
with slow motion
and fear
and intent

Eruption
BOOM.

My love rained down
random,

Fizzling before it hit the ground. 

I felt the reflection in my eyes

Die.

I watched my heart fade into

Countless pieces of shining blood.

He rejoiced. He laughed. He left.

That mother fucker.