Pieces Of A Broken Heart

Handle With Care

You held my heart with disregard,
Treating this fragile thing like a calling card.
Carelessly stuffing it away in your pocket,
Not seeming to care if its cracks did spread like a socket.

I pleaded for delicacy with each new tear,
Begging you to handle with care, my one fear.
But you'd shrug and let it drop with a mighty thud,
Another dent, another beating, leaving me severly scuffed.

Can't you see it's shattering, I desperately cried?
Yet you went right ahead stamping your heavy stride.
Neglecting all caution as it crumbled bit by bit,
Just rolling your eyes at my passionate fit.

This heart's been mistreated, abused by your game
Of rough manhandling, not showing any tame.
You tossed it around like it meant nothing to you,
Well now it's divided into pieces, cracked straight through.

You could never just handle with care this life's truth,
Choosing to constantly batter what I gave in good proof.
So now you're only left holding shards of what broke,
Thanks to your clutch, that was all it took.

Look at what you now have in the palm of your hand,
No intact heart remains, just fragmented demand.
My pleas for caution fell on deaf ears, a message unheeded,
You twisted my warnings into control, a constant leash unneeded.

So now my heart's been shattered into smithereens,
By your insistent harsh grip that railroaded my pleas.
If you'd handled with care as I'd begged so sincerely, 
Perhaps it'd still be whole, and beating just for you dearly.