You asked me if I knew what I had done <br />How I pushed the knife deep and cut your heart wide open.... <br />to bleed... <br />pieces of your broken heart falling to the floor. <br /> <br />You asked if I knew the pain I had caused, <br />that your heart ached and your chest hurt from my knife wound <br />that you couldn't breathe without pain. <br /> <br />You asked that I not do this again <br />what were you thinking, how could you do this to the woman you love? <br />I fall to the floor in my anguish and panic trying to put the pieces back together... <br />they fall from my hands as I weep.... <br />For I had caused this, for I had not seen how much you loved me. <br />I was clouded by my fear, doubt, my selfishness <br /> I knew you were so close to the edge, that I could loss you forever <br />I saw the pain and love in your eyes and I wept yet again. <br /> <br />I tried to kiss you but my lips only brushed yours as you moved away <br />I deserved that <br />my penance for not being love, for not cherishing and embracing you. <br /> <br />I now breathe deeply.... <br />hoping that it's not to late <br />My mask that I thought protected me was a lie <br />it kept you out, kept the world out....how could I not see? <br /> <br />I pulled the mask off and I breathe <br />so much simplier, cleaner <br />the mask dangles from my hand and I reach down again to the pieces of your heart, <br />the mask falls to the ground as I need both hands to gentle place the pieces in my basket <br />this will take time to repair as I sit at a table and begin.<br /><br />Pauline Levesque<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-heart-127/
