She picked up the last piece
Of what was left of her heart
Wanting it for herself
having given it day and night
And time after time they departed
instilling fear which ceaselessly devours her mind
The Darkness came all at once
It filled her with grief and was no longer nice
The baggage of paranoia she had to carry lay too heavy
Pushing her to cowardly swerve from love
without giving it one last chance
she questioned every every word said
no longer did she give her trust she doubted instead
her fervent hope was no longer a beacon
Since her heart and mind were broken
And the hurt filled her with dread
they encouraged love they meant to break
and carelessly she did love, a bad result it gave
The ruins of what was left of her heart,
was then shackled with chains
and she pledged to guard it and keep it safe
a voice echoes in her head
”I must not fall in love again”
The chains like a rune carved on her crusted heart
She Wondered if she could paint them with hues of yellow
to mean serenity and happiness
Or have them rose- hued
to mean inspiration and hope
The hope that she shall no longer be a culprit of love
But a lover full of love
Thoughtless of what was once lost and broken
The hope that she shall no longer be a prisoner of love
But a warrior whose heart shall bloom from the hurt
With freedom to go where her love is