my glass heart

My Glass Heart

when you look at me,
all you see,
is someone strong.
unbeatable.
you see an iron heart,
hidden behind a steel sheild.
but the truth is,
and always was.
that my heart is made of glass.
it was always cradled,
by parents and,
grandparents, aunts and uncles.
then one day i gave it away,
to someone i had
never before known.
he held it carefully,
for a week or two.
then cast it to the road.
it took me 4 long years,
to glue and tape ,
together my glass heart.
i never again let anyone,
not parents,
or grandparents.
i swore to myself,
never again.
but soon,
someone new came,
and begged to hold my heart.
and he held it dear,
called it beautiful,
and cherished it.
but soon he ran away with it.
and i mourned my lost heart.
moreso, i believed,
then my shattered heart.
and when he came to visit,
we played together,
tossed my heart,
back and forth.
i became careless,
and believed it would never end.
then at our half anniversary,
he vanished.
dropped my broken glass heart,
 and never looked back.
i collected the pieces,
angry, sad and numb,
and put them back in my chest.
now the cold, cutting
little pieces of my broken,
glass heartslice away at my inside,
to remind me of my mistake.
i'm notgoing to try,
to fix myself again.
because i'll never again,
give my heart,
to anyone else.

This is an original piece and as such no part, in part or whole may be used without my, Chelsea Johnson, written permission.