Unable to be Fixed

Don’t.

 

Don’t attempt to explain yourself,

or fix things,

or make things the way they once were.

 

Because you can’t.

 

It’s inexplicable.

Unable to be fixed.

Permanent.

 

You’ve broken a heart.

 

This is not some toy.

You cannot simply go out

 

buy a new one.

 

This is not a vase

where the price can be paid

though expensive.

(not as expensive as this fragile heart, you see)

 

This is not the same.

 

This time it is different.

 

Don’t.

 

Don’t touch her.

She is soiled,

filthy in her own eyes.

 

She falls deep.

A depression.

A broken-hearted mess.

 

And then

a year later,

or maybe two,

she picks herself back up.

 

She laughs again.

She grins madly when she sees you,

because now she is on the arm of a new boy.

 

One prettier than you ever were,

or ever will be.

 

You’ve lost her.

Forever.

 

But what you don’t notice?

While you are falling into a pit of boiling

 

rage

 

jealousy

 

denial?

 

Her eyes don’t crinkle

the way they used to

when she smiled.

 

And her grip on the new boy’s arm?

It’s not as a tight as it once was on yours.

 

Because,

you see,

I told you before.

 

It’s inexplicable.

Unable to be fixed.

Permanent.

 

It’s the broken heart.

Torn.

 

Shattered.

 

Dead.

 

It won’t be fixed now.

It’s in pieces.

 

Miserable pieces.

 

And even those pieces

no longer are yours.

Reviews

[Holly Soques]

Amazing. I particularly liked the structure you gave to this piece, with the short, bullet-style lines really driving home the point... well done!

[Tenebrousoul]

This was emotional and powerful. Very nicely done!

[DepthWriter]

This piece was intense, filled with depth, and meaning. Its' imagery was clear, and to the point. Well done~

[RainQueen]

Again, you have managed to capture the purest emotion, laced with deep wisdom, elegantly, cleanly, without distracting imagery. Your point is pure, no need for metaphor to sear it into the reader's brain.

Capturing the quiet rage and despair of the girl left behind is something we women tend to do well. Adding the layer of the "after..." That is magnificent. So very well done~