Heart

Yes, that's a heart,
On the rough, hard ground.
It looks like that because it's broken,
Shattered into a billion pieces.
Hearts are fragile, tender things,
Even the guarded, cold ones.
And the strongest can only take so much.
Yes, that's my heart,
In a pool of my own blood.
It looks like that because I ripped it out,
A swift jerk to end the pain.
Though it's cold and strong,
It shattered into a billion pieces,
Pieces that cut too deep,
Pieces too hard to put together.
It's not worth it.
Yes, that's a heart,
Still beating, still intact,
But barely.
It's tired and sore and bleeding,
But yes, it's a heart.
A cold one that shattered.
Into a billion pieces.