What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart?

Crush them up and let the wind carry them away, never to be seen again?

Keep them in a little locked box, up in the top of the closet - out of sight out of mind?

Put them in a padded envelope and mail them to the one who broke it to pieces?

Leave them there, on the floor, to rot where they landed the day everything was broken and you couldn't fix it...

Does it even really matter...

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therighttothink50 · 56-60, M

Do you take the time to listen, to care, to see,
To touch what other souls don't wish to feel,
Are you fake or are you real?

Broken hearts, tormented souls lost within deep and the darkened sea,
Left with only those painful memories that you wish would finally flee,

Time goes by, yet the pain remains the same,
Gnawing at your mind, as the days unwind,
The peace you seek, you never can quite find,

Finality often depletes even the most courageous of souls,
It beats up the mind and takes its toll,

The heart forever wounded and broken like shattered glass,
Memories you wish to bury from the past,
You realize nothing is ever really meant to last,

People move on as they grow old, some become incredibly cold,
Many just content to exist, to play that endless game and phony role,
Just a few thoughts from a thinking mind and a weary soul....

LadyBronte · 56-60, F

@therighttothink50 I feel like I've been living exactly that. Thanks for posting.