I Have Broken My Own Heart

I have broken my own heart,
and sob bitter tears over the oh-so many pieces.

Like a mosaic that is ill-fitted and rough,
the gouging, grotesque shapes bare the signs of silent battle.

Only she whom I yearn for most
can smooth the jagged landscape.

Every piece carries her name,
and I must begin the work of redress.

What is ugly and broken can be refurbished,
retaining scars as a remembrance

of things finally past.

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