I hope the song I played for you
haunts the back of your mind
like an insidious little worm
that reminds you
what you gave up
and can never have again
heartache
my hardened heart
if you leap in
no hesitations, clothes on, smiling, breathless
and it turns out the water
is a little too shallow,
and cold enough to bite at your skin-
you thought you wanted this so badly that you stay
ignoring the discomfort and pain
until it becomes unbearable
and you have to get out
or freeze to death-
will you dive in so fully
the next time?
heartache
i am made of glass
and my fragile heart has shattered all over the floor
if i bend down to pick up the shards
more of me will break
and soon
i will be nothing but pieces
Cassandra Bell 