My heart was once whole.
Then someone thought
That it should be broke.
It was shattered.
But I managed to glue it back together.
Minus a piece or two....
My heart was fine, still beating in my chest.
But sadly the above sentence is just a past tense.
Someone squeezed it too hard
Then laughed as I picked up all the mushy parts.
I managed to squish it back together.
But that person stole a piece so I try not to remember.
My poor, deformed heart was then beating irregularly,
So a person decided to cruelly put it out of misery.
They stomped on it.
Smashed every bit.
And they claimed the dust that was left as theirs.
Now I'm left with just a tiny piece.
Other people hold the rest of me.
The journey of my heart wasn't good.
People saw and people took.
I could try to take it back but I know,
That they will always have a piece.
In the journey of my broken heart.
So this is the first draft of a poem I wrote when I had a few minutes. I would like some feedback on how to revise it to make it publishable.