(I know it doesn’t really fit the prompt perfectly but I wrote this poem and wanted to share it) I don’t know when it will be fixed again My heart It wasn’t just broken It was shattered Thousands of pieces flying everywhere Lost to the darkness I don’t know where lots of the pieces went Like delicate glass Dropped by the person I trusted most He left me Looking for another glass heart to break I tried to piece it back together But I was left with cuts along my fingers I don’t know if my heart will ever be fixed