Okay, So this is the first time I've really tried to do a non- rhyming poem, so tell me what you think.
He held my heart in his hands,
At first he was gentle,
But he started to poke at it,
And see how far he could push
Before it would break.
With one final jab,
My heart shattered into pieces.
He dropped it to the ground,
And lowered his head.
“I’m Sorry,”
Was all he could say,
And then he left without helping
Fix what he had done.
I tried putting the pieces back together again,
But the more I tried,
The more they broke,
Until I was sure my heart would never be whole again.
