a shattered heart doesn’t break
the series of infinite fractures
create a fucked up woven safety net
it bends stretches runs the length
of the lies insults judgments rejection and pain
that seeps into crevices that were never made
to war against the stains of love and hate
yet it embalms itself only to be humanized again
in the night and the day the morning the evening
the haze and wild wild winds in angel and demon trees
a shattered heart doesn’t melt
it beats to fight and fight again over and over
perpetually and permanently it holds the weight
of those needed by it