this fragile heart of mine

matters of the heart...

my heart is a fragile thing
constantly toyed with
cracks are starting to show
years of misuse has finally taken its toll
shattered the pieces fall to the ground
waiting for someone to put it back together
but the shatter pieces are to small to find
impossible to repair
why must it break so easily?
why can they not handle my fragile heart with care?
is it not important?
not worthy of being whole?
seems as though it were never meant to be...
and the pieces lay across this vast land
glimmering faintly of what it could have been.