How many
pieces?
How many
parts?
can you
smash open
my heart.
How many
times?
How many
ways?
can you
crack open
my soul.
Before
I break.
Before
I no longer
wish
to love.
Before
I no longer
care.
Thousands?
Millions?
of times?
I stopped
counting.
Like stars
scattered.
Like dust
sprinkled
beneath
your feet.
Stop
I beg you.
Stop
before
my love
stops to
beat.
Before
it turns to
hate.
Before
It is too
late.
Before you become
a shadow of the past.
I like this poem.