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Broken
You never wore scrubs or a surgical mask
Yet you operated on my limp heart.
Who was I to know I wouldn't receive anesthetic?
I became the monsoon,
For weeks and weeks my eyes were flooded,
Leaving me drowning in my own sorrow.
How could you tear my heart out like I was a machine with a broken part?
I was never a machine you could toy with.
Never a piece of plastic you could throw away any time.
I crouched down in the corner,
Alone in the darkness,
Yearning for you to bring light back into my life and hold my cold,
Icy hand and make me feel warm.
You didn't.
You never came back.
Never apologized or brought me a bouquet of flowers.
I could've ripped the delicate petals
And let them float in my puddle of anguish.
My heart was beating,
Joyfully playing a beautiful rhythm,
Until it changed.
Beats were skipped and the rhythm was ruined.
The musical piece of my heart was broken.
How could you?
How could you steal my heart and destroy it?
Shatter is like a useless piece of glass,
And leave me to pick up the pieces?
