You never should have loved dearest heart.

You never should have loved dearest heart.

I have but one of you.

Cracks I could have maybe mended.

But what of these shards that are now pooling around my feet?

What of my love for you as these shards cut the ground beneath me?

What of you my love? What of you?

You always knew it was too good to be true.

That feeling that made you want to burst and sing with joy inside of me?

Did I not warn you?

Go slow I said, go slow dearest heart.

I have but one of you.

You pleaded.

You reasoned.

You fought.

You won.

I soared.

I glowed.

I loved.

I loved with abandon. Like you.

I trusted and stretched my faith. Like you.

I believed. Like you.

And now I bleed. Like you.

I scream my silent screams. Like you.

I dream my broken dreams. Like you.

You never should have loved dearest heart.

I have but one of you.

I will gather you dearest heart. I will gather you.

I have but one of you.

These shards may cut my palms.

I care only for you.

I will find every shred.

I will find some glue.

It may be blue but it will be true.

But I will let this blood be on my hands dearest heart.

I will let the blood become a part of me.

Streak and congeal along the lines of my fate.

It will remind me, and you, of what you never should do.

You never should love again dearest heart.

I have but one of you.