(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