Shattered Hearts

Author: Kelsy

I sit here picking up the pieces of my shattered heart.
It is a ritual now, Routine.
He calls, talks of her and my heart starts to shatter.
Each word is another blow,
Each word increases my pain.
Do I tell him No! Stop! I don’t want to hear.
No, I listen to it all and my heart aches even more.
Why do I keep quiet? Why do I listen? Why?
Cause his pain is mine.
I hear his pain and it becomes mine.
I take it and lock it away. To examine in my solitude.
I heal only for him to call again.
To hear his pain once again, to hurt and ache for want of him.
I long for him to speak of us, but I know that he will not.
I wish for so much more. Only to have my hopes crushed.
Dashed and destroyed once again.
This is my pain and mine alone.
I sit here picking up the pieces of my shattered heart.
So that maybe one day it won’t.

© kelsy