Broken Heart

It’s so beautiful how a heart can be broken again and again.

I wish no force could repair the broken heart.

Just because you don’t see the fractures doesn’t allow you to shatter it again and again.

I must be a fool or you must have something that keeps repairing it.  You also have something that keeps breaking it.

Wish you could see how I keep picking up those broken pieces to stand up to you again and again.

My gaze plays hide and seek with yours so you don’t see the pieces I picked up.

You see it anyways, asking me if I am “ok” again and again.

I want to scream and tell you I am not ok, but I say I am “fine” and you believe me.

I will keep falling in love with you, your words, and your looks again and again.