Pieces of Broken Glass

Originally Written: August 31, 2009

The pinnacle of all life,
Some believe it's real and other rather not,
A chemical emotion of "what the heart wants",
And yet the heart can't and somehow does,
To be broken feels like a tight pinch to your chest,
To be found anew and whole is to feel warm,
Through the thicket of information that makes up love,
It is a feeling which every person,
Whether admitting or not,
Urges, searches, and waits for,
And when felt and yanked right back out,
That only way to describe it is,
By taking a glass heart,
And dropping it.