Fragile

I liked him.
I liked him a lot.
More than I can say.
And he took my heart and broke it.
No smashed it.
Threw it around in his hands.
Then 'dropped' it on the floor.
The hard, tile, floor.
It smashed.
Looking like tiny mirrors glistening in the sun.
Still beating.
But barely.
And then you came along.
And yeah, I still like him.
But I like you too.
And my heart was on the floor.
Cracked, broken.
But you came along.
And fixed it.
For the most part.
I think you might have left some pieces on the floor.
But you keep it in a jar.
A jar which not unlike my heart is fragile.

March 18, 2011
(This is probably the cheesiest, weirdest, gushiest, grossest poem I have ever written. Yep, pretty cheesy! haha)