A two piece broken heart,
a one track mind

Why can't you see?
Are you really that blind?

Erase the facts,
fill it in with fiction.
This is not love, it's an addiction.

The past is not the present
yet you can't let go.
Holding on to an autumn leaf
while your knee deep in snow.

Your soul torn and tattered,
love's locket shattered.

Do you like the shards?
are they nice and sharp?
Do you enjoy seeing the fragments of your fractured heart?