I look at it on the floor <br />I thought there would be more <br />Should I pick up the pieces <br />Sweep up the shards <br />Pretend it never happened <br />My heart can't take anymore <br />This latest fatality blindsided me <br />And as I gaze at my heart on the floor <br />Getting trampled on and shoved <br />Out the door I wonder how much <br />Torture my heart can take before <br />It dosen't work anymore.<br /><br />Justina Blue<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/final-3/
