As the final string broke
My heart fell to the ground,
Shattering upon the impact
that its fanciful delicacy made
with the hard surface of an impenetrable reality.
It's fractured pieces
resembled those of a fractured mind;
Inconsistent in feeling and desire,
lost in the direction of where to reach.
Pieces of hatred and rage intermixed
with slivers of tenderness and sympathy.
The words that spill from my mouth continue to change
as I sort through the pieces
of my broken heart.
Leaving part of me to seek vengeance on the man
whose hands cut the final string,
the other part of me seeking to be held once more
by those very same hands.