My heart was made of glass. It had slight chips from people before you, who had wounded it. I had loved before. But I have never had this kind of love. The love where you light me up inside and make me feel alive. The kind of love where you're the only person I want to see and your voice makes my day. It calm my hurricanes stirring inside of me. I trusted you. I loved you. So I gave you my heart. My fragile and delicate heart. You looked my in the eyes and swore you would never hurt me. But I guess it was just another one of your lies. You took my heart in both of your hands and I felt safe and secure. Until one day, all the truth poured out and everything was a lie. You were never protecting my heart just playing games around and one day you dropped it to the floor. Shattering it into a thousand different pieces. I bent down on my knees to try to gather all the pieces while you just stared at me. Each piece I grabbed was each lie you had told and it cut me and made me bleed. You knew the pain you could put me through and you did it regardless. As I sat weeping on the floor in a pool of my own blood and shattered pieces of a heart that once loved too much. You stared at me and all you could say was "I'm sorry".  As if sorry could glue my heart back together and fix it. As if sorry could make me stop hating myself for ever loving you or trusting you. As if sorry made it all okay. Even if sorry healed and glued my heart back together it can't erase the permanent cracks that are now there. A constant reminder of the time I loved too much and got my heart stomped on. But hey at least you said you're sorry right ?