A heart that's broken
Can never be mended
By empty words
And careless gestures
Or by simply saying that "I miss you".
A heart that's broken
Can never be reignited
By the same patronizing actions
A heart that's already broken is also tired
Tired of feeling resentful but hopeful
Of spewing bitterness
But almost always
Already offering forgiveness
A heart that's broken
Is still breaking now
Until such time this heart learns
To fully let go and finally turn away
To consider saving itself
Before it irrevocably dies.