Glass Heart...
I was given this glass heart, I was told to protect it, to guard it, to love it.
I enjoyed it for a while, I would run my fingers over the smooth edges, And look at it in sheer wonder, I was awed that I could be given such a gift.
Then one day I didn't take it out and stare at it the same way I used to, I began to leave it at home when I would visit places, The awe began to wear off, I forgot to cherish it and love it.
I stopped cleaning it, I stopped caring for it, I even left it out for the elements to abuse it, I had forgotten what I was given.
I allowed cracks on the surface, I even dropped it and let deep cracks get into it's once smooth surface, The glass heart began to get brittle, And then one day, when I least expected it...it broke.
When it broke, I broke, I remembered the day it was given to me, I hated myself for allowing so many cracks into it's surface, I began to remember how I used to stare at in awe, I remembered how I used to trace the surfaces with my fingertips, And after it broke, I picked up the bigger pieces to fix it, And they dropped out of my hand, and broke into smaller pieces.
After trying and trying to put it back together, I came to the realization that it is broken and I can't put it back together, So I took the glass heart to someone who can fix it, Maybe He can put it back together.
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