A Heartbreak So Tender

With lips so tender, he leaned in and whispered, "Cry, Little girl. The war is finally over."

With eyes so bright, he looked straight through, and my soul, I swear, it whimpered.

With hands so strong, he caressed with ease, drawling a smile upon my lips, and a beat to skip within my heart.

With a heart, so frigid, no other heart could race the cold from its winter cavern, and so, he broke me apart.

Three months to grieve, three months to heal, this heart is slowly beating, and then,

Two eyes of mine to see his face,
Two hands of mine to reach out to him,
Two lips to freeze upon my words,
And two ears to sting with his smooth greeting,
echoing within the walls of my mind,
as my eyes watch him walk away again.

Leaving only one heart to break once more, and fall out of my chest, to shatter upon the tile, and glitter like broken glass.