The pieces are unfixed. They are broken down in portions of what was fixed. The heart sits in pieces. You can’t make out what it used to be. So beautiful, I remember. Waking up, I felt its love. Going to bed, I felt its love. It used to rush through the veins of my soul. I felt something that I never knew. Nothing could be explained, no words were found, and my mouth remained closed. Now the pieces of my heart are separate and broken down. So crushed, damaged, shredded, and torn. How can you fix its love? I can’t bear this tragic, so desperate I tried to glue it back together. I have tried to collect every piece I could find; it probably would never be the same. It probably would be another day I have to spend without my heart. No beat, compassion, zest, and affection. I ponder restless and my eyes become heavy, I feel empty. It feels like a prong stabbed at it. It feels like a deep ache that can’t go away. It feels like broken bones that dangle lifeless. Those pieces are unfixed and my heart is gone with it.