LOVE Series - LOVE inertia

Mosaic are memories, isn't it?

A part for a whole, and wholes

As the parts,

If a broken heart were to shatter like glass—

Will I be able to put it back together?

Shard by painful shard

Bloodied,

By my cut fingers

And yet—

Will it only ever be a memory?

Still, a mosaic

Unbeating,

Dead.

I don't know—

Tell me, do you know?

About

LOVE—

How—

Painful?

How—

Unstoppable?

How—

Unbearable?

How—

My hands couldn't be gentle?

How—

I held this heart too tightly?

How—

It broke in my hand?

And how…

It broke me

Thousands, thousands a pieces

Mosaic—

Glued,

with only regrets.

My Poems